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.

she was still standing there foolishly, comforting the

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 with a

brow, struggling to

but she refuses. I have even attempted to bring 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

many times. It was Carol who insisted on

help but gaze out 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 abuse I endured

18 years old, I disappeared for a while. Did you take me away? Is it true that you imprisoned me and abused me?"

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

this

wanted him to explain. However, he once again averted

still want to protect him?" I laughed bitterly and forcefully pulled my hand away

I was on the brink of

what I was experiencing back then. However, what set apart the person who abused me from the murderer who took my life? Steven defended the murderer, and now he wanted to shield the individual who had previously

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

a bit tired." The car pulled up to the door of the villa.

Michael. Yasmin's disappearance left Michael