Revenge After Death

"You lied because you knew that Yasmin dropped the charges. Your lies won't affect the investigation. If the charges hadn't been dropped, you wouldn't have lied. Instead, you would've confessed," Steven said

softly.

He indeed knew me too well.

"It's human nature to protect oneself. It seems only natural for humans to act selfishly," I muttered. "Honestly, before I realized it, I was already lying just now."

My breath became heavier, my gaze trembling as I turned to Steven, who was also staring at me intensely.

Steven was aware that the past Stephanie Carlson lacked emotions. She was incapable of understanding feelings such as happiness, pain, despair, or heartbreak... even devoid of self-preservation. However, I understood all these... which made me somehow emotional.

The moment I learned that Michael had informed the police about my involvement in Yasmin's injury, I couldn't help but wonder about Yasmin's true intentions. Was she trying to threaten me? And could this indirectly harm Steven? Consequently, I chose not to engage with the officer despite his inquiries.

However, when he mentioned Steven, my instinct for self-preservation kicked in almost immediately.

"Stephie... You're fine just the way you are, always have been, and always will be... Don't push yourself too hard," Steven said as he pulled me tightly into his arms, his voice trembling with emotion.

It was clear that he understood the extent of my efforts to fit in... to become a normal person.

it was these complexities and varied traits that made humans. They were a highly intelligent and adaptable species, surpassing all others

lying, I was taken aback in

hands, then shifted

before amnesia felt like an outsider in

and disappointment in what seemed like a normal life, forgetting the fact that I used to

grateful to Michael. Without his "episodic teaching", I wouldn't

time, suddenly sprouting new shoots. I was now filled with vitality

there were still many challenges

train of thought was disrupted by a knock at the door. Glancing over, I saw a tall man

man was good-looking,

some resemblance to Steven,

not much. He had

demeanor, reminding me of Michael. He gave off the air of a capable and seasoned senior executive in

the heir Martin had carefully cultivated in secret, the

greeted Steven with a smile, his expression genuinely friendly

the danger emanating from this man's presence. Something told me that he was more than met

Hi, I'm Jimmy Lincoln," the man said as he approached with a