Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 

Feeling resigned, I simply nodded and pretended to go along with him. “Okay.” 

“Stephie… I’m not mad at you,” Steven suddenly said. 

“You forgot about me, but I’m not blaming you,” he spoke again. 

For some reason, tears welled up in my eyes. 

I couldn’t hold them back, and I didn’t even know why I was crying. 

“Stephie… Please don’t cry.” Steven awkwardly wiped away my tears and pulled me into 

his embrace. “Stephie, it’s all in the past now. Can you give me another chance?” 

“Steven, I’ll get to know you again,” I whispered. 

“Alright,” he said, sounding pleased. 

It seemed like things were finally getting better. Everything was going to be alright. 

“I went to see Carol today. Although she’s not as smart as the others, she seems to be involved in some shady business,” I whispered. 

I wasn’t sure if Steven was aware of this or if he would lend a hand. But she was Simeon’s sister, after all. 

Steven paused for a moment, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes. “You went to see her?” 

I nodded. 

“Don’t trust a word she says. Stay away from her.” Steven looked nervous as he held my face. “Stephie, from now on, don’t trust anyone but me.” 

I saw Steven starting to panic, so I quickly nodded. “Okay, I trust you.“. 

Steven finally breathed a sigh of relief. 

Just then, my phone rang. 

I glanced at it and saw that it was Yasmin calling. 

Well, that sure was something. 

“Stephany, I’m getting discharged from the hospital,” she said. 

“Are you crazy? Why are you calling me? You should call Michael if you’re getting 

discharged,” I retorted, I wasn’t in the best mood. 

“I know you’re with Michael.” 

Now, wasn’t she good at figuring things out? 

“He’s in the shower. Want me to call him over?” I teased, 

Provoked, Yasmin took a deep breath. “Tonight, I’ll be working with the cops to lure out the murderer. Don’t you want to see who the murderer is?” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t miss it.” I snorted. “Make sure you don’t die too easily.” 

“Stephany, you imitated Stephanie well, but there are some secrets about her that you 

don’t know. 

“Come see me tonight, and we’ll wait for the murderer together. I’ll spill a secret about Stephanie. Those who know about it have almost ended up dead at the hands of the murderer.” 

Yasmin’s words sounded intriguing, as if she was holding onto some incredible secret. 

Huh? But what secret could there possibly be that I’m not aware of? 

“And even if you’re Stephanie, there are secrets you’re not aware of. Stephanie had amnesia and forgot a lot of things,” Yasmin added. 

I frowned and recalled the first time I crossed paths with Yasmin. She’d looked at me nervously and whispered, “Stephanie? Do you… remember me?” 

She was probing me. 

But back then, I genuinely didn’t remember her. 

Considering how Yasmin was also raised in the orphanage, there must have been some connection or encounter between us previously too. 

“If you care so much about Stephanie, don’t you wanna know why Michael was so harsh on her? Don’t you wanna know… what I did to make Michael hate Stephanie so much? 

“If it was just me accusing Stephanie of pushing me down the stairs, Michael wouldn’t 

have hated her so much.” 

So, Yasmin knew a lot of secrets Stephanie wasn’t aware of. 

I remained silent for quite some time. 

I stood by the window and observed Steven. 

He was patiently sitting on the bed waiting for me. 

He was such a good boy. It felt like he hung on to every word I said. 

“I also know about the connection between Stephanie and that lunatic, Steven, and their involvement in the recent serial murder case! 

“If you want to know the truth, come see me!” Yasmin’s voice trembled, her will to survive evident. 

I knew she was afraid of dying. 

She was convinced that Steven was the murderer, so she brought me along. She thought that her chances of survival would be greater with me by her side. 

After all, Steven would hesitate to hurt me and the baby I was carrying. 

I knew Yasmin intended to use me as a hostage when the situation got tough. 

Not a word she said could be trusted. 

Then, she added, “I’ve always known about the secret underground room in the orphanage. And I know of all the hidden dark secrets of the orphanage too. Don’t you want to know?” 

She really got me with that one. 

These were the things she wouldn’t spill to the cops, no matter how hard they pressed 

her. 

But today, out of fear, she might just spill it all to me.