REVENGE AFTER DEATH - Season 3 Episode 59

“Michael, she’s not Stephanie!”

My last consciousness lingered on Yasmin crying out that I wasn’t Stephanie

Stephane is already dead”

I knew she was scared and panicked.

However, what was she afraid of? Back then, she was so confident that Michael would marry her. Why was she crying now?

When I woke up again, everything was pure white. I found myself waking up in a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar environment

It was the Ford family’s residence. I was laying in the bedroom I had lived in for many years.

My vision felt numb. I tried to lift my arms, but my body wasn’t fully under my control.

“Stephie,” a familiar voice called my name.

“Ms. Larson, it’s time for dinner,” the family’s maid, Angel, called out to me.

I felt a headache coming on. As I got up, I noticed the clothes I was wearing and felt a sense of confusion,

This pajama was given to me by Aunty Lois.

“Ms. Larson. Mr. Lincoln is back.” Angel smiled at me from outside the door.

Everything felt so familiar yet strange.

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“That murderer hasn’t been caught yet. Michael, you must protect Yasmin.”

“It’s dangerous now. That murderer is too ruthless. He had killed so many pec yet still not caught.”

Downstairs, Jack and a few others were discussing the murderer. This scene seemed familiar.

Yasmin sat on the sofa. She was in her usual white dress and looked as gentle as ever.

She noticed me first and looked somewhat unnatural.

I flinched instinctively. I didn’t know why I was trembling.

It was as if something told me I should be afraid of them.

My body kept shaking, but I didn’t feel like I was afraid.

A thought flashed through my mind and that was to kill these people. They all deserved to die.

I was startled by my own thoughts and avoided them while breathing anxiously.

Michael came upstairs. He was looking nervous as he stared at me. “Stephie? Don’t be afraid. They’re

here for a get together. Let’s eat.”

Michael sounded unusually gentle, far from what I remembered.

I cautiously dodged away from him and watched him with vigilance. “Don’t… don’t touch me,”

“Stephie, are you still blaming me? I was wrong before and I won’t hurt you again,” Michael said earnestly, as if making a vow.

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He reached out to me and asked for my trust.

I stared at his hand and my vision turned blurry.

What was I thinking? I actually thought about breaking his hand.

“Stephie?” He noticed my daze and tried to touch me.

“Ah! I cried out in fear and quickly backed away.

I wasn’t afraid of Michael. I was afraid of the thoughts in my own mind.

“Stephie, are you okay? Come down for dinner.” Yasmin walked down the stairs step by step.

She smiled softly.

I looked at her with suspicion and my pupils shrank.

“Stephie?”

I gradually approached Yasmin.

Suddenly, a scream rang out as Yasmin tumbled down the stairs.

When I regained consciousness, I stared in horror at my hands.

I had pushed Yasmin down the stairs.

There was a voice in my mind telling me to push this bad woman down.

Michael looked at me in shock, and everyone downstairs was stunned.

They looked at me with fear in their eyes.

This time, everyone clearly saw me push Yasmin down the stairs.