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

towards Carol. "Carol is Simmy's sister, right? You can obviously help her out of trouble even if she

furrowed my brow, struggling

to give her the money, 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 staying here and working, believing that she should

who insisted on

I couldn't help but gaze out the window, my mind consumed by the diary left behind by my mother. In it, she expressed

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

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

I asked this question with complete trust in his

wanted him to explain. However, he once again averted his gaze and chose to escape. This indicated a

laughed bitterly and forcefully pulled my hand

I was on the brink of torture and death, my hands bound

apart the person who abused me from the murderer who took my life? Steven defended

reached out to hold my hand once more, yet

pulled up to the door of the villa. I got out of the car

I spotted Michael. Yasmin's disappearance left Michael quiet for a