Revenge After Death



When I returned to the room, Steven was still sitting on the floor, covered by the same blanket.

Resigned, I asked, "Isn't the floor cold?"

He was deliberately sitting on the floor.

Was he planning to sit there all night long if I had returned late? Was he doing all this just to guilt-trip me?

With teary eyes, Steven looked at me begrudgingly and said, "My legs are numb

I stifled my laughter and scooted closer to check on him. "What did you do on the floor that made your legs numb?"

Steven's ears turned red. 'You're so shameless now, Stephie-'

I couldn't help but tease, "Am I shameless, or are you the perverted one here?"

Steven huffed and remained silent. I reached out to him, and he took my hand to help himself up.

Losing a leg meant nothing to Steven as long as he knew that I was still alive. But it was like a bomb that exploded within me.

My fury and hatred started to grow from that moment. I had to destroy Genome Society and everything in their wake. They were the ones who hurt him.

Steven leaned against the wall, looking down at me at his full height.

He seemed much happier without the constraints of the chain. It seemed like I no longer needed to cheer him up. He could do it on his own.

"Stephie..." Steven reached over to ruffle my hair. He said after a while, "I'll be able to put on a prosthesis in a few days when my injury gets better.'

Tears filled my eyes as I looked down at his leg. I have been tearing up so much nowadays. It seemed like an after-effect now that I was capable of feeling emotions.

"I heard that it'll still hurt even after the wound heals because your brain still thinks that your leg is still there, "I mumbled with my head hung low, unwilling to let him see my tears.

Steven merely smiled, as if happy that I was crying for him. He gently caressed my cheek and wiped my tears away.

He then said softly, "It won't. My brain doesn't have the time to wonder about my leg now-it's occupied enough worrying about your safety."

He managed to make me laugh. I looked away and wiped my tears, asking, "Are you a lovestruck fool?" Steven gave it some serious thought before nodding. 'I'm only lovestruck for you, Stephie."

I burst out laughing helplessly. "I hope Ashton doesn't inherit your romantic mindset." Speaking of which, Andy wasn't a lovestruck fool either. So, who did Steven inherit that trait from?

"I only belong to you, Stephie.' He leaned against the wall for support and hugged me tight.

Irested my chin on his shoulders. It felt good just to stay quietly with him.

"I'm afraid to let Michael get in contact with Jimmy. Jimmy is the only person who can reach the person backing Sarah up. Michael might be able to help us if he's smart enough,' I said. My biggest concern now was that he wasn't smart enough.

"He's not stupid," Steven whispered. 'It's just a dangerous feat."

The mastermind of Genome Society would definitely kill Michael if he was exposed.

I remained silent. If we did not allow Michael to proceed now, everyone involved would definitely get into trouble.

I said, 'Those in the most danger right now are Eason and Zion. The police have been cracking down hard on Genome Society, but their higher-ups are trying to smooth things over.

"Both of them are clear in their stance, and with their superiors trying to smooth things over, I'm scared that "I was worried about Zion and Eason the most now.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"Why do you think Rachel would suddenly switch sides?" Steven asked, ruffling my hair. "Her love for Zion is genuine, and her mother's control over her is also real. She realizes that Sarah wants to kill Zion, which is why she ultimately chose him."

Rachel would use her own way to protect her loved one, as she should.

"As for Eason, he wouldn't die with Joel around," he said softly.

I felt relieved. Everyone had someone they wanted to protect.

"If anyone has to sacrifice, I hope we'll both die together, Steven," I whispered as I held Steven's hand.

He said nothing. He didn't want me dead.

"If you don't want me to die, you have to do your best to survive as well," I threatened in a low voice. Steven chuckled. "Alright."