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.

normal people experienced emotions, they were also inherently selfish and capable of lying. They had flaws, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities. Yet, it was these complexities and varied traits that made humans. They were a

when I found myself instinctively lying, I was taken aback

my hands, then shifted my

Carlson before amnesia felt like

who had stumbled into a trial game by accident. I experienced pain and disappointment in what seemed like a normal

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

tree that had been withered for a long time, suddenly sprouting new shoots. I was now filled with vitality and growing

as there were still many

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

was good-looking,

some resemblance to Steven,

not much. He had

Michael. He gave off the air

heir Martin had carefully cultivated in secret, the man who had led Martin to treat his son,

a smile,

this man's presence. Something told me that he was more than

brother's wife. Hi, I'm Jimmy Lincoln," the man said as he approached with