Revenge After Death



For the last few years, she was probably the one who instilled his hatred against Stephanie. She brainwashed him into fearing her.

If not for the constant, repeated conditioning and instilled thoughts from someone around him, he wouldn't have developed such a strong aversion toward her.

I was sure that was what she had done.

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She was acknowledging my claims.

She was the one who intentionally caused Michael and Stephanie's misunderstanding. She wanted him to despise her and subsequently hurt her. She even went to such lengths in order to make that happen.

Why?

Was it purely to collect data? But what good was that type of data for?

I couldn't comprehend it. I had a nagging feeling that the pair's relationship was far more complicated than it seemed. My instincts were telling me that this woman was dangerous.

She was just as Steven described her to be-dangerous and terrifying. She was smart and skilled at deception and pretending.

"What did you do to Michael?" I asked carefully. "Can I see him?"

"Of course. It's not like I locked him up or anything." Her smile looked natural, but I found it eerie.

She gestured for me to walk around as I saw fit. I got up and looked around. This was a place I had called home for some years, yet it felt oddly foreign and creepy.

Lois Ford didn't just ruin Stephanie, she also ruined Michael in the process. If she really loved her son, how could she murder Yasmin right in front of him? It made no sense.

When she killed her, I even caught a glimpse of jealousy among other complex emotions in her eyes.

Was she attached to Michael in ways that were beyond a mother-and-son relationship?

There were rumors that Mrs. Ford adored her husband and would give her life for him if needed. Were those rumors false? Was she just sick to the core?

"Michael?" I went upstairs and tried knocking on his door.

There was no response.

"Michael?" I raised my voice.

Suddenly, the door flew open. Michael stood glaring at me with a look of pure hatred.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

I furrowed my brows. He felt foreign. Something was wrong.