Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 403

Rachel asked, "Is it possible for Stephie to change back? She's quite scary in her current state."

Steven replied, "She's fine, no matter what."

She expressed her concern. "But don't you think she's a bit intimidating? She's too calm. I still prefer the old Stephie."

He reassured her, saying, "She's fine."

She remarked, "But she seems so aloof."

He retorted, "No, she's good enough. The important thing is she's still alive. She has emotions, and at least she understands the value of friendship."

His voice was husky and full of emotion as if my understanding of friendship was worthy of his deep feelings.

I gradually opened my eyes and realized that I had dozed off while leaning against the wall. Rachel continued to pray and talk to Steven, using it as a way to shift her focus.

"Is it true that she's unable to change back? How frightening it'll be the day she fully recovers her memory." Rachel's voice quivered with a hint of apprehension.

She was scared, afraid that I would reject everyone.

"You once mentioned that Stephanie used to be emotionally detached. What would happen if she were to return to her previous state? She would surely reject us once more...

"She really doesn't seem to understand what love is." Rachel feared that I would no longer seek friendship nor harbor any affection for Steven.

Steven lowered his gaze, feeling a tinge of disappointment. Yet, he mustered the courage to say, "I just want her to live."

Not just live but live well.

"80% of your brain is dedicated to IQ, and the remaining 20% is all about Stephie... You're a hopeless romantic," Rachel complained helplessly.

He vehemently rejected Rachel's statement. "No… it can be all Stephie."

Rachel was rendered speechless by his public display of affection. She threw out the pebbles with a look of disdain and fixed her gaze on the closed wall before her. "Why haven't they come out yet? Isn't Eason a genius?"

"Someone's holding them back," Steven said with certainty.

The murderer had to be among their group. There was someone who was determined to prevent them from escaping, pulling them back at every opportunity. Hence, even if there were two geniuses among them, they might not make it out quickly and safely.

"Have you figured out who it is?" I asked Steven.

Steven turned around. His eyes instantly brightened, and he rushed over to hug me.

Joel pursued Carol. Zion was worried that something would happen to them, so he followed them.

I remained silent and surveyed the injured individuals. It appeared that a few of them were dead, and these were all who remained.

Howard glared at Steven warily and accused him loudly, "He's a lunatic, a murderer! He's the one behind all of this, tormenting us and instilling fear in us!"

While the others were still in shock, they stumbled upon Steven. Gripping their weapons tightly, they cast wary glances at him, their resolve to take action growing stronger.

Eason shouted irritably, "Calm down, everyone. If he were the mastermind, you would've died a long time ago. He was the one who helped us kill those creatures inside so that you could come out alive."

However, Howard completely ignored the remark. "He's the one! He's playing tricks! It must be him!"

Steven looked at Howard with a chilling glare, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

I stood up and tightly grasped the dagger in my hand. Steven subconsciously reached out to hold me back.

I frowned. "He's noisy. Kill him."

Howard glanced at me and started to incite everyone, saying, "I knew this lunatic was concerned about her, so he assaulted us on the 17th floor... I don't believe that this lunatic would still prevent us from leaving if we captured her."