Revenge After Death

Chapter 353

Chapter 353

Callum looked at me, his initial mockery slowly transforming into horror. "Stephanie Carlson..."

The fact that he shouted the name Stephanie Carlson indicated that he knew me and would be frightened upon seeing me. "You're alive..." Callum dodged in fear and abruptly became frantic. Then, he pushed me aside before getting up and fleeing.

I regained my composure and glanced at Steven. "He appeared to be scared of me."

Steven held my hand and whispered, "He mistook someone else. Let's head back."

"Thank you all." Callum's wife expressed her gratitude despite being covered in wounds and with blood at the corner of her mouth.

"He is abusive. You can contact the police or leave him by getting a divorce." I whispered, not wanting to intervene further. Then, I turned around and left with Steven.

"When you reach your breaking point, you don't have to endure it any longer." I vaguely heard Carol say this behind me.

standing there foolishly, comforting

feeling puzzled by his attitude towards Carol. "Carol is Simmy's sister, right? You can obviously help her out of trouble even if she doesn't agree." "Everyone has their own life, and we shouldn't interfere forcefully," he replied

my brow, struggling to

her away forcefully and arranged for her to start a new and better life elsewhere. Despite my efforts, she could always find a way to escape. She insists on staying here and working, believing that she should be compensated for her labor..."

insisted on embracing her current life. I was shocked and remained

the window, my mind consumed by the diary left behind by my mother. In it, she expressed concern about Steven's violent tendencies and the

I was 18 years old, I disappeared for a while. Did you take me away?

the diary. He gradually tightened his grip on my hand while speaking softly. "If I deny it,

then?" I asked this question with

to explain. However, he once again averted his

to protect him?" I laughed bitterly

a harrowing scene where I was on the brink of torture and death, my hands bound tightly in

the murderer who took my

out to hold my hand once more, yet I purposely evaded his

a bit tired." The car pulled up to the door of the villa. I got out of the car and wanted to

left