Revenge After Death

Chapter 689

I stood in place, staring at the small box. It contained the first child I had with Steven.

I smiled helplessly. I now understand why he could be so effortlessly natural as a father to Ashton and Xan- he had probably imagined how to be a good father countless times.

"Hang in there, Stephanie. Please hang in there, okay?" It was as if I could still hear Steven's words in my ears.

He tied me to the beam when I was struggling and hurting myself due to my pregnancy hormones. He had hugged me and pleaded for me to endure it while choking back sobs.

Despite barely being an adult himself, Steven must have been anticipating the child.

The experimental subjects in the laboratory weren't "humans' to Genome Society. We were mere experimental subjects and vessels.

They needed us to conceive and produce viable third-generation experimental subjects. They desperately wanted to have an experimental subject born out of my and Steven's genes.

the pain of bearing a child. This child

begging me on his knees, pleading for

the basement, begging me not to hurt myself. He had even offered to cut his

I couldn't understand why he would go to

said, "Please believe in me, Stephie. I'll protect you-I promise you! I'll let you go if I

me not to

him another chance back then. I stopped struggling, allowed him to tie me up, and refused to leave

had severe depression and was constantly fighting

should kill myself, that I shouldn't have existed, and I was an existence rejected

to pull me out from

that time. We tried resisting and escaping, but the

first time since we became adults that we truly

was cleverly crafted, and we were confident that

had even stocked up on food and supplies in the basement beforehand. We