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.

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

instinctively lying, I was

my hands, then shifted my

memory, the Stephanie Carlson before amnesia felt like an

game by accident. I experienced pain and disappointment in what seemed like a normal

had to admit, I felt somewhat grateful to Michael. Without his "episodic teaching", I wouldn't have become the current

time, suddenly sprouting

as there were still many challenges awaiting me in this

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

was good-looking,

some resemblance to Steven,

much. He

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

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

Steven with a

presence. Something told me that he was more than

man said as he approached with a fruit basket, extending his hand to me in