Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 344

Andy seemed to pity Steven.

But it definitely did not look like all Andy felt for Steven was fatherly love. There were other complex emotions mixed in as well in his gaze.

Below the photo, my mother had written a note that read: "Number O's emotions seem more turbulent than Stephie's. It appears as if he had a tendency toward violence and abuse, but this cannot be confirmed at the moment. Further observation is required."

My head suddenly ached horrible and I heard a voice in my head, "Stephie, you can't have your own children.

"I'm really sorry, Stephie. But your genes and Steve's aren't..."

"Sherry, what are you saying to the child?"

I could hear my mom's guilty voice and my dad's rebuke in my mind. Then, it was followed by the sound of things being packed into suitcases.

"Don't affect her negatively with your emotions. Just act normal and don't make it obvious that something is amiss. I'm going to put our things in the car first. After attending the ceremony at the orphanage today, we'll leave Huma."

My mom sobbed and hugged me rather tightly, "Stephie, I'm so sorry. I wasn't good enough for you."

"We don't have much time. He has spies everywhere, we need to go as soon as we can," my dad urged.

"Have you given the police the documents and evidence you've compiled?" my mom asked, sounding fearful.

"It'd be too obvious if I handed those in myself. I asked Charlie to do it."

"Can we trust him?" my mom asked, sounding doubtful.

"We go a long way back, don't we? His wife couldn't conceive, remember? You ended up helping her with IVF. He's grateful to us, so he's bound to help us."

In my memory, it was clear that my dad seemed to trust this Charlie fellow.

I couldn't remember who Charlie was.

I began tugging my hair from the headache.

I could vaguely make out a memory. On the day of the car accident, my parents had been unusually nervous. It felt as if they were planning to hide from some people and were trying to take me away. They had entrusted some evidence and information to Charlie to give to the police.

But judging from the current situation I was in, it was obvious that Charlie had betrayed my dad's trust. Not only did he not give the information he was supposed to to the police, but he might have even exposed my dad to the very person my dad was running from.

As such, my parents, along with Andy, ended up getting involved in that fatal and premeditated car accident on Hymn Bridge.

"Wifey..." Steven's whining snapped me back to reality. I instinctively switched my phone off and was immediately enveloped in Steven's embrace when I turned around. My breathing started to become shallow.

I started to wonder if what Michael had told me was true. Perhaps Steven had really imprisoned and abused me.

That was what my mother's logs seemed to indicate, after all.

But until my memory got fully restored, I couldn't speculate on everything just by relying on the information in the logs.

Because at this moment, I didn't even trust my own parents.

Before the truth came out, I couldn't even trust myself.

"Wifey, I feel dizzy." Steven rolled onto the bed with me in his arms. Then, he started going into seduction mode.

He wrapped his long and muscular legs around me, preventing me from escaping.

"Stephie..." he said. He held me from behind and slowly tightened his grip on me.

My ears burned. There was something hot pressing against my waist from behind. Steven was such a bastard.

"Stephie, I'll just rub against you. I won't do more than that, okay?"

"Fuck off."

"I'll only touch you a little bit. I won't put it inside..."

I really wanted to neuter him at this moment.

Fortunately, he still had some sense left in him. He knew that my body couldn't handle his passion, so all he did was touch me a little without doing anything more.

But just his touch was too much for me to handle. His hands went everywhere.

"Steven Lincoln!"

Just when Steven was at his peak, his phone rang.

His gaze turned icy. It looked as if he wanted to kill someone.

I smirked at him and said, "Answer the phone."

He didn't.

I reached for his phone, but he tried to stop me.

"What if it's something urgent?" I asked.

Steven gritted his teeth and glanced at the screen. When he saw it was a call from Eason, he muttered, "it better be an emergency."

"Steven Lincoln! I got a hold of Stephanie's autopsy report and the genetic testing report done on the fetus in her womb. There's a huge problem. Come to the forensic lab right now!"