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.

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

yourself, Stephie. Please-In that memory, Steven was begging me on

tied and locked me up in the basement, begging me not to hurt myself. He had even offered to cut his own

understand

me, Stephie. I'll protect you-I promise you! I'll

me not to leave him and

him another chance back then. I stopped struggling, allowed him

I had severe depression and was constantly fighting against

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

me out from the

resisting and escaping, but the power

that we truly

was cleverly crafted, and we were

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