Revenge After Death



Michael frowned as he looked at Zion and Eason. He said, "She's Una."

I was perplexed. Una? Wasn't I Stephanie?

Eason coldly chuckled before leaving with Zion. The basement fell deathly silent once everyone left.

"Listen to me, Stephie. Don't tell anyone else that you're Stephanie Carlson from now onward,' Michael said, looking at me anxiously. "If someone asks, you tell them that you're Una and you don't have any other memories. Just tell them you don't know no matter what they ask you."

"Why?" I looked at him, confused.

"There are too many people out there who might be from Genome Society. It might even be someone around us. Don't trust anyone else other than me." Michael held my hand tightly.

His gaze grew even more anxious under the dim lights. "From now onward, you can't live as Stephanie anymore. You have to go by Una-because Stephanie Carlson is already dead to the public."

I looked at Michael in shock. Stephanie Carlson was already dead? But why, when I was clearly still alive?

"Don't ask me why, don't leave me, and don't go down the mountains. We can live with the kids together in the mountains, okay?" He took my hand and led me up.

I watched his back, saying nothing.

Before going to sleep, Michael handed me some more medicine. I was perplexed. Didn't I just take them? Why did I have to take them again?Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"They'll help with your sleep," he softly coaxed.

"Let's sleep together, Stephie. I'll stay by your side, so don't be afraid." He wanted to sleep with me.

I looked at the medicine and fell silent. I shook my head and replied, "I want to sleep alone.'

Michael looked somewhat hurt. "I'm worried that you might feel afraid in the night, Stephie."

I took the pills and put them into my mouth before taking a sip of water. 'I'm sorry, I'm still not used to sleeping with you."

Michael was taken aback. Indeed, he had never spent the night with Stephanie before this. He would always leave whenever he was done with her, telling her disdainfully that he felt disgusted seeing her.

"I'm sorry," he said hoarsely before getting up and leaving in a hurry.

The person who had the hardest time accepting the past was actually Michael.

As soon as he left, I ran into the bathroom and spat out the pills.

What would happen if I didn't take these pills?

After rinsing my mouth, I sat in the bathroom for the longest time.

The woman who was mentally ill... Ms. Ewing, who suddenly showed up and warned me from taking the medications and not to trust anyone...

And also Steven, whom I had no recollection of in my mind.

What exactly had happened?

"Mom?" The door opened quietly, and Ashton's head popped out to look at me.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked at him. I asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep, Mom. Can I sleep with you?" Ashton looked around before slipping into my room.

"Let's sleep, then," I coaxed softly, lying on the bed. Yet, Ashton kept on staring at me and refused to go to sleep.

"Are you not sleepy?' I asked in a soft voice.

Ashton nodded. 'Mom."

He only called out to me cautiously, seemingly hesitant to speak.

I could tell that Ashton had many things he wanted to tell me, yet he wasn't saying anything. I didn't know how to ask about them either.

He ended up falling asleep while curled up in my embrace. At that moment, he looked as if he was desperately yearning for maternal love.