Revenge After Death

Chapter 496

"When everything is over..." Steven's sudden words echoed mine even though he couldn't have heard me.

I looked at him in shock, my gaze flickering.

"We'll find a deserted island... and start new," Steven whispered softly, his voice hoarse.

I stared at him for a long moment before quietly responding, "Okay, we'll do just that."

Even though we couldn't physically touch each other, there was still a profound sense of connection between us.

While from a scientific and medical standpoint, such occurrences might be perceived as some form of mental anomaly, I firmly believed that the souls of the departed lingered around us in some way.

Even if it was just wishful thinking, it provided solace to our lonely souls.

"Stephie, you're here with me, aren't you?" Steven asked softly.

"Yes, Steven, I'm here," I replied with a smile.

he couldn't feel my touch, see me, or hear me, I

Yesa, bordering Myrindara. It's secluded from the public eye. While it masquerades as a retirement haven

overseer of this facility, wielding complete control. Though it's reported that Genome Society has numerous labs across the country, this is the only facility that has been unearthed

trace the entire organization network starting from Nancy's

the emergency room, his frustration

cultivating its own experimental subjects, researchers,

dismantle the entire organization like a spider's web, we have only two

picked up where Zion left off, "We gather information from either Nancy or the human traffickers, peeling

that their attempt to rescue me had startled

Nancy doing now?"

but the outlook isn't promising. Unlike Stephany, she lacks a resistance to drugs," Eason explained with

then continued, "Luckily, the dose she received wasn't fatal. The doctor mentioned we can only hope she doesn't end up in

looking dejected. I joined him, resting

like to be in love, wanting to be by his side always. I only felt safe when he

around.

Michael before. Back then, I only felt like I was compromising. Reflecting on the past,

Carlson's memories in my mind merely