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.

genes weren't perfect, and my body couldn't bear the pain of bearing a child. This child was destined to

was begging me on his knees, pleading

to hurt myself. He had even offered to cut his own wrist and thrust the

at Steven. I couldn't understand why

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

to leave him and asking for another

to give him another chance back then. I stopped struggling, allowed him to tie

battling with myself. It was as if I had severe depression and was constantly fighting

I shouldn't have existed, and I

best to pull me out from the

failed that time. We tried resisting and escaping, but the power of

the first time since we became adults that we truly felt afraid of

and we were confident that no one would

food and supplies in the basement beforehand. We thought we could survive in the basement until the