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

memory, Steven was begging me on his knees,

the basement, begging me not to hurt myself. He had even offered to cut his own wrist and thrust the knife into my

then, I stared numbly at Steven. I couldn't understand why he would go to such

me, Stephie. I'll protect you-I promise you! I'll let you go if I can't. So please give

with me not to leave

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

I had severe depression and was constantly fighting against

I shouldn't

pull me out from the brink of death

time. We tried resisting and escaping, but the

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

route was cleverly crafted, and we were confident that no

supplies in the basement beforehand. We thought we could survive in