Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 662

My head hurt so much.

My reflection in the mirror did look unusually pale, as if I was just recovering from an illness.

Scenes flashed through my mind-killer, rainy night, getting abducted by the killer, glass cabinet. "Yes. I was abducted...'

"Stephie?"

My head hurt so bad. I subconsciously reached to touch my neck.

For some reason, I felt that there should be a scar there, but nothing was there on my smooth neck.

What exactly was going on with me?

"The funeral for the sir and madam is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Ford. Everything has been arranged," the butler quietly said.

I stared at Michael in shock.

His eyes reddened as he replied, "My dad... had cancer. He passed away in the sanatorium a while ago. My mom was overwhelmed with grief and was met with a car accident."

I continued to look at him, slow to process his words. He lost both his parents in just a few days.

Even though Michael lost both his parents, why couldn't I feel much sadness from him? Wasn't he upset? In my memories, Aunt Lois was incredibly fond of him, always showing him attention and care. "Don't be too upset," I comforted softly, trying to hug him.

"This all will pass. From now onward, this is our home," Michael whispered.

Inodded in reply.

While heading downstairs, Michael and I found Xan sitting on the couch watching TV. The latest news was playing on the screen.

The headlines were glaring "Mastermind of Serial Murder Cases Revealed: The True Culprit Is a Woman" and " Stephany Larson, Mastermind of Serial Murder Cases, Captured And Committed Suicide with Husband, Steven Lincoln."

I stood in place as I watched the news. A photo of Stephany Larson was shown on TV.

My heartbeat started racing out of nowhere as I stared at the screen.

"Stephany Larson Steven Lincoln..." I mumbled, repeating the two names.

"You shouldn't watch this kind of news, Xan. Your mom will feel afraid." Upon hearing the commotion, Michael hurried over and turned off the TV. He frowned at Xan, warning her.

She remained silent as she continued playing with her Rubik's cube.

Michael looked at me, concerned. 'It's alright now, Stephie. The killer who abducted you back then-Stephany Larson-has now been caught. Her adoptive parents were human traffickers who targeted beautiful young women. You're the luckiest one to have survived it."

I leaned against him, trembling in his arms.

"Steven Lincoln, that's him. I remember him... I was abducted and trapped inside a house. He was holding an axe... I've seen him before. He's a killer.

It was undoubtedly him. He was finally caught.

It turned out that he was only an accomplice, and the mastermind was actually a woman named Stephany Larson.

"It's alright now, Stephie. Everything is fine now. It'll all get better. Now that you've regained consciousness, our days will only be filled with happiness from now on," Michael comforted me repeatedly.

I finally calmed down. Laying on his shoulders, I looked out the door.

Ashton and the wolfhound named Stevie were at the entrance. They were both watching me with a complicated gaze.

For some reason, I could see the profound sadness in the eyes of a dog and a child.