Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 371

"What do you think?" Joel asked Steven, who remained still, watching Yasmin's departing figure.

Hiding behind the door, my heart raced with anxiety.

I feared Steven would doubt me for who I was. The growing unease consumed me, worrying that I might be suspected and unrecognized.

Was this how Steven had felt? When I doubted and questioned him, and even misunderstood him...

Clasping my hands tightly together nervously, I pondered how to convince Steven to believe me.

However, my memories failed me. I had forgotten too much, unable to recall Steven or anything from our time at the orphanage.

Joel was right; I wasn't smart enough, perhaps even foolish, always causing trouble for others. Nevertheless, I still had no idea of what kind of person I was in the past; Yasmin probably knew better than me. Overwhelmed by fear, tears welled up behind the door.

"Are you listening?" Joel asked, furrowing his brows at Steven's silence. "Obviously, that Yasmin looks more like the real thing."

"Then, you might want to calm yourself down with some shit," Steven snorted coldly.

"Steven Lincoln, quit with that attitude," Joel said, a little worked up.

"If you think she's Stephanie Carlson, then go after her. You know where our usual place is too," Steven replied in a low voice before turning to leave.

Joel stubbornly held onto him. "I'm not doubting your judgment. But look at the one inside. She's nothing like the old her."

Steven chuckled. "That's exactly why she's her."

"I think you're bewitched." Joel frowned. "Love makes people blind, but turns you into an idiot."

"If she were the Stephanie Carlson we know, would she come here exposing herself voluntarily? Would she make such a big fuss, announcing her existence? Not to mention that you, an outsider, were present too," Steven said indifferently as he entered the house.

"What if she figures that I—"

Joel wanted to say something but Steven impatiently interrupted him, "From the moment she showed a strong sense of competition, she broke her disguise."

Steven had intentionally set a trap, luring Yasmin into the pi-reciting competition

Even if Peter had convinced Yasmin that she was Stephanie Carlson with hypnosis, he could never change the competitive nature ingrained in her.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Joel frowned, muttering under his breath, "You made me look like an idiot."

"You're not exactly the brightest," Steven retorted, pushing Joel's hand away.

"Will it kill you to tell me more?" Joel's youthful pride couldn't allow Steven to play mysterious. "Are you planning to play along with Yasmin's deception?" Steven shot Joel a glare. "I need to go comfort my wife now."

Joel gasped and asked, "Did I just play a part in your flirting game?"

"What nonsense are you blabbering?" Steven furrowed his brows, unable to comprehend his ramblings.

"That's how we youngsters say it nowadays. You're getting old, you know?" Joel boasted, leaning against the wall.

Ignoring Joel, Steven entered the house and found me sobbing behind the door.

I hadn't quite caught their earlier whispers, only hearing Joel's sarcastic remark about Stevel getting old.

I strongly disagreed with that remark, though. Steven looked absolutely stunning, with no sign of aging.

Feeling embarrassed and awkward, I averted my gaze, trying to hide the fact that I cried from being falsely accused.

Steven glanced at me, seeming to want to say something, but I cut him off.

"If you believe what Yasmin said, I'll just leave now."

I dared not to meet Steven's deep gaze, so I couldn't discern the emotions shown on his face.

"Where will you go?" he asked softly.

"None of your business. I'll go wherever I want," I retorted, pushing past Steven and limping to get my stuff.

What was the point of explaining, anyway?