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 to

my way over. He had

me, aren't you, Stephie?" Steven looked nervous,

for taking matters into his own hands,

reached out to pull at the chain around his neck, forcing him to look at

he looked away, unable to meet my

push me to someone else?" I chuckled coldly. "How

nervously clenched

anything else other

Michael said, standing begrudgingly at the door. He looked at Steven and started to explain, "It's got nothing to do with

I yelled, looking at

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

and my body trembled

looked down diffidently, unable to meet my gaze. Under the sterile bedding was his leg, which wasn't fully

my hand against the

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

trembled in pain, yet

dare you hurt your body? You're mine-every inch of your body is mine. Did you get my permission to do this?' I asked, choked

not reply

committing suicide, Steven." I pulled at the