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.

started to look

made my way over. He had clearly realized that

aren't you, Stephie?" Steven looked nervous, staring down like a

would blame him for taking matters into his own hands, for messing with my memories, and for planning all

I reached out to pull at the chain around his neck, forcing him to look at me. How dare you be so presumptuous to

eyes reddened as he looked away, unable

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

clenched

else other than

at the door. He looked at Steven and started

I yelled, looking at

swiftly turned around and fled. It was as if he knew that I might kill him if he didn't leave fast enough. "Stephie," Steven carefully

red, and my body trembled with

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

my hand against the

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

frowned and trembled in pain,

mine-every inch of your body is mine. Did

did not reply to

kill you first before committing suicide, Steven." I pulled at