Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 231

chpter 231 

My head felt dizzy as I stiffly sat beside the bed, my ears buzzing for quite some time 

*Stephie? 

“Stephany?” 

I could hear Michael calling my name but I was in a state of dizziness. 

When I abruptly stood up, the room spun before my eyes. 

“Stephie?” 

Before I lost my memory, I suffered from psychological illness? 

Was that the reason I had forgotten about the orphanage, about Steven Lincoln? 

What exactly happened? 

“Stephie… Erase me. I won’t blame you. Erase me from your memory… 

“Don’t be scared, Stephie. I’ll always be by your side. 

“If your current life is more comfortable without me, then erase me from your memory… 

“Stephanie, what am I to you? Am I a forgotten remnant of your past? 

“Stephanie… Don’t die, please, I beg of you. Don’t let me become a remnant of your past. 

You know I can’t live by myself.” 

A voice was roaring, crying, and screaming in my mind. 

“Stephie, don’t leave me behind.” 

In my blurred consciousness, it seemed that I had returned to the moment before I was 

dead. 

Under the moonlight, I found myself cornered by those tramps in a dark alley. I was 

disheveled. 

A tall, terrifying figure with a stick in his hand was mercilessly striking those tramps. 

“Touch her and you’ll die. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll always be here. 

Stephie… Why did you forget about me? Am I part of your painful memories too? 

“I don’t blame you.” 

In the alley, the figure draped his jacket over me and let me rest on his lap when I fainted from low blood sugar. He stayed by my side through the night. 

Steven… 

It was Steven! 

The blurry figure slowly became clear. 

Steven stood before me in the dim light and slowly turned to face me. 

His face was streaked with tears, and his hands were bloodied. 

With reddened eyes, he looked at me and said, “Stephie… What a disgusting world this is.” 

“Steven… Steven.” 

As Steven turned away, a beam of light burst before my eyes. 

While others might perceive him as a lunatic or devil, he had always been my redemption- 

my sole salvation. 

He was my salvation, mine alone. 

In my memory, I joyfully embraced Steven and placed the gift my mother had prepared for him on the tabl 

“Steven, this is a gift from my mom, but I personally picked this outfit for you. Mom said you’re still growing, so we got a bigger size for you. 

“Steven, if you weren’t a genius; what would you want to do most?” 

“Keep loving you…. 

“Even if I weren’t a genius and even if I became a fool, I’d still love you. 

“Loving you is the only thing I want to do.” 

“You’re pregnant?” The doctor’s question brought me back to reality. 

I found myself in the treatment room, tears soaking my hair. But I had no memory of crying. 

Perhaps my desperation to recall memories from the past was overwhelming. Even the slightest fragments of Steven’s memory Inflicted such heartache that breathing became difficult. 

The doctor examined me and instructed the nurse to administer glucose. “Please exercise greater caution in the future. Hormonal fluctuations during pregnancy can lead to dizziness, although it may always be the primary cause. We’ll keep a close eye on your condition.” 

I asked softly, “Doctor, is there any way to quickly retrieve memories?” 

The doctor was startled. “Amnesia? Have you experienced any serious injuries before? | don’t see any history of major injuries in your records, though.” 

Michael, who stood holding a cup of water by the door, froze in place. He quickly rushed over and crouched in front of me. “You’re Stephie, aren’t you?” 

As I looked at Michael, my gaze trembled. My fingers tightened so much that they went 

numb. 

“Mr. 

1. r. Ford, I heard your mother is trying to exorcise you. It appears that you’ve truly lost your mind.” I gritted my teeth and pushed away Michael’s hand. 

“I’m not Stephanie. And even if Stephanie were alive, do you think you’re worth her 

attention?”