Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 659

My head was spinning, and my ears rang. I couldn't even hear anything else.

Ms. Ewing wouldn't have dared to strike me if she was just one of Steven's people. Who exactly was she working for? What was she planning to do?

"He messed with your memories, miss. He wanted to make you forget all those things... Hurry up and recover your memories. It's time to get back on track," Ms. Ewing whispered something in my ear, yet I couldn't hear her clearly because of the ringing.

"He found the secret to reincarnation and the key to altering memories, miss. You were right-he's a dangerous person, and he's obstructing your plan.

"It's time for you to recall everything, miss. The plan is still progressing smoothly, so it's time for you to wake up-" she continued to urge impatiently.

Who was Ms. Ewing talking about? Who was the one who was supposed to wake up now? Whose memory had been altered?

I had a severe headache. Something seemed to be emerging from my mind.

Was she talking about me and my memories?

I had always wondered why Steven and everything related to him was the only thing I couldn't remember. Who was the one messing with my memories? My amnesia certainly wasn't only an accident.

Was it Steven? Why would he do that?

I had clearly regained part of my memories, yet there were still many that I couldn't recall-as if they were sealed off.

I struggled in pain.

"Stephie!" I heard Steven's voice amidst my struggle. Worry bled out of his voice.

"As expected, you're really something.' It seemed that he had deliberately left the villa to test Ms. Ewing. "You want her to recall everything, so you're trying to use external force to recover her memories? You're harming her instead!" Steven said, his voice gruff as if scolding her.

I struggled to regain my consciousness, yet I couldn't no matter how much I tried.

"She has her own path to walk on, but you you're the one who's constantly obstructing her! You're the one who messed with her memories after that car accident, turning her into a fool who kept crying over a man! That's not my miss!

"You're the one harming her! If it weren't for you messing with her memories, she wouldn't have been hurt by people like Michael and Yasmin. The one who indirectly caused her death was you!" Ms. Ewing was vehemently accusing Steven.

"What do you even know?" he cried out, almost losing control of his emotions.

"It'll be self-destructive if she continues," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Don't think I don't know what your intentions are. Do you think she'll ever love you even if you mess with her memories? She's heartless and unfeeling-she won't love anyone. The plan was her only focus, and she was willing to pay any price and sacrifice anyone-including you!"

Ms. Ewing's words were sharp.

She continued, "Relationships were never the most important to her. Do you think you'll be able to trap her by your side forever by messing with her memories, ruining her, and changing her body? Do you think she'll become a loyal housewife just for you? Dream on!"

Steven seemed like he couldn't be bothered to explain to Ms. Ewing. Soon, I heard her struggle and the sounds of her being brought away by someone.

I wanted to regain my consciousness to get to the bottom of everything, but I couldn't open my eyes.

"Don't trust anyone, Stephie-not even me," he choked, pulling me into his embrace. I could feel him trembling in anxiousness.

"I want to save you, Stephie. You should live an ordinary life. Hatred shouldn't have ruined you. You shouldn't have to bear those sins. Live your life untainted, Stephie. Leave all the dirty work to me." Steven's voice was choked with emotions, conveying both coldness and determination.

He seemed to be making a vow-professing his love toward Stephanie Carlson and his unwavering determination.

"We don't have much time left, Stephie. I love you, I love you,' Steven repeatedly told me that he loved me while kissing my forehead.