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.

They had flaws, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities. Yet, it was these complexities

found myself instinctively lying, I was taken aback in

hands, then shifted my gaze

restored memory, the Stephanie Carlson before amnesia felt like an outsider in

into a trial game by accident. I experienced pain 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 have become the

for a long time, suddenly sprouting new

this was a lengthy process as there were still

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

was

some resemblance to Steven,

much. He had

the air of a capable and seasoned

secret, the man who had led Martin to treat his son, Dax, as

the man greeted Steven with a smile,

man's presence. Something

must be my brother's wife. Hi, I'm Jimmy Lincoln," the man said as he approached with a fruit basket, extending his hand to me in a friendly