Revenge After Death



Zion finally left.

I knew his Achilles' heel fairly well-he was pretty sensitive and not as shameless as Eason.

Silence filled the living room. Rachel was avoiding my gaze, while I sat on the chair and watched her quietly.

We both sat in an awkward silence for the longest time.

Rachel eventually broke the silence out of unease. "Stephie."

"Don't you have anything you want to explain to me?" I asked, looking at her.

The person before me suddenly seemed very unfamiliar.

In my memories, Rachel was my only 'friend'. After I lost my memories, I started yearning for emotional connections just to fill the void I felt.

As such, whether it was with Michael or Rachel, I found myself trying to fill the void within me with similar emotions-almost as a form of revenge-driven compensation.

Looking back now, I might have fallen for Steven earlier than I thought.

I already had the ability to love someone, but I was so clueless about emotions that I mistook it for pretense from getting too caught up in my role.

It turned out that I had loved him deeply even before I lost my memories. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ended up treating Michael as his substitute and going through all the pain and drama.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Did you find out about everything?' Rachel tentatively asked.

"Why else would I come to see you?" I calmly replied.

Rachel fell silent before whispering, 'I'm sorry I lied to you, Stephie. I'm with Genome Society. My job was to get close to you, observe you, and record your experiment data on behalf of your parents."

That made sense since I was a product of Genome Society's experiment. My parents were the ones monitoring and uploading my experiment data before the car accident. It was only natural for someone new to stay close to me after their deaths.

"I started off only seeing you as an experimental subject, but over time, I started developing feelings for you, Stephie. I started to fear for you and wanted to protect you, but I'm just a pawn myself,' Rachel mocked bitterly.

"I truly consider you a friend, Stephie. Genome Society never assigned me to any other tasks other than observing you and recording your experiment data. Please believe me," she anxiously said.

She wanted me to believe that she had never harmed us before.

Inodded. I did believe that.

I said, 'You're very important to Genome Society. You managed to get out of dangerous situations unscathed because the mastermind was protecting you.

"They wouldn't have cared about your life if you were just a mere observer. After all, they didn't think twice about eliminating my parents, who were such key figures.'

What I was more interested in now was Rachel's identity. What was her connection to the mastermind of Genome Society, as well as her relationship with that so-called "mother"?

Was that mother of hers the mastermind of Genome Society?

"Are you also an experimental subject or a clone?' I narrowed my eyes and rephrased my question. Rachel shook her head and replied, "I'm not. I'm just an ordinary person, with no genetic modification at all." I chuckled. "Would Genome Society pay so much attention to an ordinary person?"

Rachel lowered her head, clenching her fists tightly. 'Please stop trying to pry information out of me, Stephie. I can't say anything more about what's to come. I can only tell you this much. Saying more wouldn't do good to any of us."

I looked at her and slowly unclenched my fists.

This was my only friendship. It hadn't exactly ended, but it had been mixed with too many complications. It no longer was as pure as it once was.