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.

that memory, one of my high school classmates,

that there was no higher power in this world, Cecile's grandmother fervently prayed every day for her. Cecile's grandmother, who was in her 60s, even climbed the mountain

classmates mocked Cecile, deeming her

either.

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

and responded, "My

I was unable to comprehend them fully. Yet now, I

whether I was truly Stephanie Carlson, the moment Steven and Rachel started treating me as her, it seemed I had become

I felt compelled to keep going, to stay alive

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

feel jealous of the face of my

without hesitation, always indulging my

back into unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more like

no longer needed to fret or ponder. I could finally drift into a peaceful sleep. It

bitch!" I heard someone cursing

was Eason, known for