Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 456

Chapter 456

"Haha... so, it was all fake. Completely fake!" I scoffed bitterly.

"The Ford family can't be trusted," Jimmy remarked, maintaining his confident smile. His demeanor exuded intelligence and strategic planning throughout our conversation.

He was indeed sharp, possessing the self-assurance typical of highly intelligent individuals.

"Steven, I'll be waiting for your reply," Jimmy said, slipping his business card into Steven's hand before he left.

A few steps away, he turned back and addressed me with a smile, "Stay alive, okay? You're more valuable than you think, so please stay safe."

I clenched my fists, a shiver running down my spine.

His implication was clear. My existence was merely a subject of observation and research for the rich and powerful.

Those people watched me like bloodthirsty wolves, scrutinizing my every move to see if I could overcome the obstacles they set, if I could achieve the outcomes they desired... It was all for their mass production plans.

I stumbled backward, feeling absurdly trapped. Jimmy's words seemed to crush my spirit.

Gradually consumed by fear and confusion, I began to sense the presence of surveillance cameras around me. My breathing felt constricted.

"Stephie... "Steven enveloped me in his embrace. "Don't let his words get to you. Stay strong."

I clung to Steven's shirt, my gaze darting nervously around us. Even the sight of passing strangers heightened my unease.

"Stephie..."

"I want to go home, Steven. Take me home," I choked back my fear and gripped his collar tightly, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Steven... take me home."

They kept me hidden away, shielded from their scrutiny. Who gave them the right to observe me like some kind of lab rat? Who did they think they were?

I yearned to push back, to unleash my fury and madness building inside me.

A searing pain shot through my head, driving me to the ground as I clutched my hair.

I remembered... I remembered why I had lost control, why I had tried to hurt myself, why Steven and I had fled, only to be recaptured by those people at the warehouse...

It was because I had overheard my parents reporting my growth and abnormal behavior to their superiors over the phone.

Unable to accept the truth, I spiraled into madness and attempted to flee.

I pleaded with Steven to take me away, to hide me.

"Let's go home, Stephie. Let's go home." Steven's arms tightened around me, his body trembling with anxiety.

He seemed reluctant for me to recall the past, fearing it would lead me to hurt myself again if I refused to accept reality...

Yet, Jimmy's words effortlessly dragged me back into hell.

"Stephie!"

As my consciousness wavered, unbearable pain drove me to my knees.

When I regained my senses, I found my hands covered in blood.

Unconsciously, I had scratched my own face, indulging in self-harm...

I lifted my head, staring grimly into the distance. I sensed someone watching me.

"I will replace you... " I murmured hoarsely.

I would replace each and every one of them, and I would eliminate every single person who threatened Steven and me, one by one...