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.

my body couldn't bear the pain

Steven was begging me on his knees, pleading for

myself. He had even offered to cut

Steven. I couldn't understand why he would go to such

said, "Please believe in me, Stephie. I'll protect you-I promise you! I'll let you go if I can't. So please give me another

pleading with me not to leave

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

if I had severe depression and was constantly fighting against my own

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

pull me out from the brink of death again

resisting and escaping, but the power of Genome Society was beyond what

time since we became adults that we truly felt afraid of

crafted, and we were confident that no one would

even stocked up on food and supplies in the basement beforehand. We thought we could