Revenge After Death

Chapter 699

The attic of the mountaintop villa had been cleaned thoroughly.

Under my threats, Michael had converted the attic into a sterile ward, equipped with all sorts of medical equipment.

Steven had yet to regain consciousness. He had to stay in a sterile environment in order to prevent his wounds from getting infected.

He had been living in the basement for so long. Now, he could feel the sun's warmth

Steven slept for a whole 12 hours before slowly waking up. When he did, he looked at the sunlight outside the window. He probably thought he was still dreaming.

I continue to sit beside the bed watching him.

He wasn't at all shocked when he first saw me. Instead, he smiled and said, 'This dream is wonderful, Stephie." It was a wonderful dream, with sunlight and me around.

I just stared at him, my mood looking glum.

It took Steven some time to realize that he wasn't dreaming. He immediately shot up, his expression started changing. "Stephie..."

He had a nervous expression as he looked around anxiously. There wasn't any hint of color on his face due to his severe injuries.

The chain on his neck clinked loudly. Steven looked down in shock, gripping the metal chain that stretched all the way to the corner of the room.

He started

coldly as I slowly made my way over. He had clearly realized that

aren't you, Stephie?" Steven looked

own hands, for messing with my memories, and

his neck, forcing him to look at me. How dare you be so presumptuous to think

as he looked away, unable to

and erased my memories, only to push me to someone else?" I chuckled coldly. "How

clenched his fists.

couldn't say anything else other

standing begrudgingly at the door. He looked at Steven and started to explain, "It's got nothing to do with me. I didn't

looking

knew that I might kill him if he didn't leave fast enough. "Stephie," Steven carefully

eyes were red, and my body trembled with

meet my gaze. Under the sterile bedding was his leg, which

called out, cruelly pressing my hand against the wound on his leg. "Does it

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

frowned and trembled in pain, yet his

of your body is mine. Did you get my permission to do

did not

memories again, I'll kill you first before committing suicide,