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.

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

prayed every day for her. Cecile's grandmother, who was in her 60s, even climbed the mountain tirelessly each day, seeking blessings for

Cecile, deeming her grandmother's actions superstitious

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

Cecile, "Do your grandmother's prayers truly make a difference? There are no gods in this

and responded, "My grandmother is

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

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

keep going, to stay

eyes on me and me alone. I'm the embodiment of

imagine I'd feel jealous of the face

without hesitation, always

unconsciousness, or perhaps it was more like falling into a deep

ponder. I could finally drift into a peaceful sleep. It was a

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

Eason, known for his colorful