Revenge After Death

Chapter 500

In the past, I believed that death could inflict pain on those who harmed me. I viewed it as the ultimate retaliation against the organization.

But now, such notions seemed childish. My death wouldn't harm those villains; it would only bring sadness and despair to the ones I loved, repeatedly.

Summoning all my strength, I lifted my hands to hold Steven's face, managing a weak smile. "Long time no see, Steven..." My Steven.

Steven stiffened at my touch, his eyes closing as warm tears landed on my eyelashes.

He was such a crybaby... It was hard to reconcile that with the man who went berserk and lashed out at others.

"I've prayed countless times, hoping that you'll be fine..." Steven whispered softly, his voice trembling.

"I never knew a genius would believe in a higher power too," I joked weakly.

He chuckled. "I don't... but when a heart feels empty, it needs something to lean on, Stephie."

I stared at him blankly, suddenly recalling a faint yet vivid memory buried deep within me.

my high school

higher power in this world, Cecile's grandmother fervently prayed every day for her. Cecile's grandmother, who was in her 60s,

Cecile, deeming her grandmother's actions

the significance either. Despite Cecile's terminal illness, she

Cecile, "Do your grandmother's prayers truly make a difference? There are

responded, "My

I was unable to comprehend them fully. Yet now, I finally understand their profound

of whether I was truly Stephanie Carlson, the moment Steven and Rachel started treating me as her,

going, to stay

alone. I'm the embodiment of your love," I declared imperiously, commanding Steven to focus solely

jealous of the face of my past self one

without hesitation, always indulging my unreasonable

back into unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more

fret or ponder. I could finally drift into a peaceful sleep.

You goddamn bitch!" I heard someone cursing as I began

was Eason, known