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.

of my high school classmates, perhaps named Cecile, was diagnosed with

prayed every day for her. Cecile's

her grandmother's actions

I couldn't grasp the significance either. Despite Cecile's terminal illness, she remained

make

responded, "My grandmother is

Cecile's words. I was unable to comprehend them

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

compelled to keep going, to stay alive

I'm the embodiment of your love," I declared imperiously, commanding

did I imagine I'd feel jealous of the

without hesitation,

venting my jealousy, I drifted back into unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more like falling into a deep

I could

heard someone cursing as I began

known