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.

school classmates, perhaps named Cecile, was diagnosed with

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

mocked Cecile, deeming her grandmother's actions superstitious and

significance either. Despite

grandmother's prayers truly make

"My grandmother

to comprehend them fully. Yet now, I finally understand

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

felt compelled to keep going, to

the embodiment of your love," I declared imperiously, commanding Steven to focus solely on me and to disregard

of the face of my past self

Steven replied without hesitation, always indulging my

back into unconsciousness, or

everything now resolved, I no longer needed to fret or ponder. I could finally drift into a peaceful

bitch!" I heard someone cursing as I began to

was Eason, known for his colorful