Revenge After Death

Chapter 582

Chapter 582

Chapter 582

It felt as if Steven's and my souls were tightly embracing each other.

Climbing onto the deck, we waited anxiously for rescue. However, when the rescue ship finally arrived, Genome Society's ship had not left. Instead, they actually drew closer.

"We're here to save you! Hurry and come aboard quickly." Their team quickly disguised themselves as humanitarian aid workers and commenced the rescue operation for the survivors aboard the cruise ship.

On the deck next to ours, I spotted a familiar woman. She was Lois, Michael's mother. She was wearing a raincoat and standing on the deck, the sea breeze blowing her hair. She looked unfamiliar and scary.

she watched Michael participating in the rescue with a serious look in his eyes. Maybe she didn't expect him to be

been hiding in the room. She wore a life jacket and was holding onto the balcony railing tightly, which saved her life. Her instincts to survive danger had always been

looked at Yasmin in the seawater and realized that she wasn't meant to die. It was such a pity that she knew too much. Even if Michael

gunshot pierced the air. Steven, Michael, and I were shocked as we witnessed Lois shoot Yasmin. "Mike..." The bright red blood was spreading, and her life jacket was deflating. She looked down in shock and fear at the blood slowly

reached out to

reached out desperately to grab him too. Michael's hand was injured. Coming into contact with her could potentially infect

to emergency antiretroviral drugs in the harsh conditions at sea, they were facing a race against time. Within the crucial 72-hour window, reaching shore

to stop Michael, but then I decided not to interfere. Nobody could alter

to hold Michael's hand. She was such a selfish person that she definitely would not care about Michael's well-being. She was desperate for a final sense of security.

blood had already entered her lungs. She spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Michael with a pale face. "Mike... don't... come over

was gesturing to Michael not to come near her blood. Everyone had gotten injured to different extents, and her

and sadness. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt regret before she passed. Perhaps not. After