Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 351

I was left speechless, absolutely shocked. I glanced at Carol and then at Steven. What was going on?

"Carol, he's my husband." I attempted to change her mindset.

But Carol lowered her head and murmured. "It's not like we haven't slept together."

I momentarily froze as I thought I heard something unreal, then anxiously gazed at Carol. "What did you say?"

"I have slept with Steve before," Carol said seriously.

I subconsciously looked back at Steven.

He was always vigilant as if he already knew that Carol was going to talk nonsense. He took hold of my hands and patiently explained, "The 'sleep' she referred to is a different kind of sleep."

I couldn't quite understand what he meant. "What do you mean?"

Steven gritted his teeth. "When we were in the orphanage, Simmy, Carol, and I often shared the same bed. But it was purely for sleeping. I slept with you and had a baby, that's different."

I paused to take a deep breath, feeling a surge of anger from her words.

Carol kept talking foolishly, "He also slept with Simmy, and so did Stephie."

I was at a loss for words. What she said had the power to terrify people to the core.

Steven was clearly upset as well. "Just answer her questions!"

Carol appeared to be afraid of Steven, lowering her head and replying with a hint of grievance, "Okay."

"Do you still remember the worker who lived upstairs across from us committed suicide by jumping off the building?" I asked quietly.

She nodded with a stern expression. "I do."

"Before the worker committed suicide, do you remember if anyone came to see him?" I nervously inquired.

She looked at me and shook her head. "I don't remember."

"Why should I ask her if there is surveillance?" I was trying to calm myself down.

"Then, let's go home," Steven said, feeling a twinge of guilt. He eagerly grabbed my hand as if he couldn't wait to take me away.

Carol tilted her head, looked at me quizzically, and then suddenly smiled. "Stephie...is the murderer."

Steven's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and his frigid gaze sent shivers down one's spine. He glanced back at Carol. Overwhelmed in fear, Carol recoiled, crouching on the ground and clutching her head.

I also turned around in surprise. "What did she just say?"

Steven shook his head. "I didn't catch that."

Carol still murmured, "Stephie is the murderer... Stephie is the murderer..."

In fact, I did hear it. Carol was saying that I was the murderer. Was she still blaming me for taking Steven away and causing Simeon's death?