Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 

He just showed half his face and was looking at me with aggrieved eyon. 

I rubbed my eyes, making sure it wasn’t my imagination. Then, I ran over nervously. “Steven…” 

Seeing my fear, he pushed hard against the windowsill and jumped inside. 

It was pretty cool, I had to say. 

For a moment, it felt like we were back in our youth… 

This kind of scene seemed to happen often in the past, but I forgot. 

“How did you…escape?” I anxiously held his face, Inspecting it carefully. 

There were injuries at the corners of his mouth and eyes, as well as marks on his throat from being tied up. He had clearly been strapped…. 

I nervously checked his whole body. There were red marks on his wrists and ankles, as well as wounds on 

his arms. 

I felt a little panicky and raised my hand to lift his sweater, but Steven stopped me by holding my hands. 

His voice was still hoarse with a hint of grievance. “Stephie, they wouldn’t let me see you.” 

My eyes 

yes reddened unconsciously. I whispered softly, “Let me see… 

Steven slowly released my hands as he looked down. 

I lifted his sweater, revealing clear burn marks from electric shock patches on his well–defined abs. They 

were just red marks, but it was evident what kind of treatment he had received at the asylum. 

“What did they do to you?” I anxiously held his hand. “You…” 

I was afraid that Peter might have brainwashed Steven and he wouldn’t recognize me anymore. 

Steven just shook his head, pulling me into his embrace. His voice trembled. “Stephie, I miss you.” 

I grabbed Steven’s hand, not wanting to stay here anymore. “Let’s go home.” 

“Stephie…” He gripped my hand tighter. “They know I’ll come looking for you…” 

My eyes reddened, knowing that Steven had escaped from the asylum. 

“Jake has dropped the charges. We’ll be able to pick you up soon. Why did you take the risk of escaping?” 

I whispered. It must have been difficult for him to escape. He must have suffered many injuries. 

Steven held my hand even tighter. “I’m afraid…” 

Afraid of what? 

“If the body is a container that traps the soul… I’m afraid…” Steven’s voice was hoarse. 

When the soul and body were separate, and the soul lost control of the body, it would be painful and helpless. 

Psychiatrists always had medications and methods to prevent patients, even normal people, from controlling their own bodies. 

Just like anesthesia… or the psychotropic drug gamma–hydroxybutyric acid, commonly known as “liquid 

ecstasy“. 

“Stephie…” Steven was calling my name, but I could hear his panic. 

“What did they do to you?” My voice started to tremble too. I panicked and examined his arms carefully. 

Then, I found numerous needle marks. 

That bastard, Peter…. 

Just because Steven was a “psychiatric patient, Peter could use psychotropic drugs on him recklessly. 

And it was considered reasonable and legal. 

“Stephie…” Steven held my face as if he wanted to imprint me on his soul. 

Even if he didn’t say anything, I already guessed that he was trying hard to remember me and imprint me 

in his soul. 

Peter must have started long ago. He was trying to control Steven, make him obedient, and use something to restrain him. 

Just like what Peter said to Yasmin that night, he had ways to make Steven obedient. It was as if he could control everyone he wanted to control. 

“Don’t be affected…” I gripped his wrist tightly. 

He couldn’t be affected by the drugs.. 

But how could an ordinary person’s mental strength resist drugs? 

It was impossible. 

“Stephie…” His breathing became rapid. 

I stood on my toes, holding Steven’s head and pressing against his forehead. “You won’t forget me, right?” 

Steven fell silent for a while before shaking his head. “I won’t…” 

He wouldn’t forget me, and he wouldn’t fail to recognize me.