Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 663

"When did we move to live in the mountains?' It felt like everything around me was unusually unfamiliar, as if I was still living in a dream now.

"We moved a while ago. You were unconscious for a long time," Michael said, taking my hand.

I looked down at his hand. For some reason, I had the feeling that his hand shouldn't be this smooth and unblemished but littered with burn marks and scars

Surprised by my own thoughts, I subconsciously flinched away from Michael's hand. He looked at me with hurt, but it was fleeting.

"Let's go out for a walk, Stephie." He brought me out.

"Did Rachel... contact me?" I asked Michael upon remembering Rachel.

He nodded. "She did. When you got abducted, she helped me and the police look for you. She truly cares for you, Stephie. She's genuine to you.'

After a moment of silence, Michael continued, "She became a coroner because of you. But her work is getting more demanding now, so she might not be able to visit you as often."

I nodded in reply. She would surely be busier as a coroner.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" he asked again when he noticed that I wasn't planning to leave.

I shook my head.

I was fearful of the sunlight outside for some reason. I kept feeling that everything was unreal-that I was still living in a dream.

"I'll stay at home with you then, Stephie. Michael was about to hug me, yet I instinctively pulled away and resisted him.

I was surprised by my own actions.

Michael and I were not that close, right?

"Did we really adopt the two kids together, Michael? What kind of relationship do we have now?" My mind was blank, and I felt as if I had forgotten something important.

Michael said, 'We're already planning to register our marriage, Stephie. I admit I wasn't really kind to you before this-I've always been suppressing my feelings for you. But when something happened to you, it made me realize that I really do love you.

"You're the only one I love, and I want to do everything I can to make it up to you and win you back. I've been staying by your side constantly during this time, and you gradually accepted me back, finally agreeing to my proposal.'

He poured some water for me and handed me some pills. "It's time for your medications, Stephie.'

I stared at the pills, asking, "What are these pills? I feel fine right now."

I didn't want to take the medications.

"Be good, Stephie. You suffered serious injuries and are still in the recovery period. You also need treatment for your memory issues. These are the medications for nerve care and memory recovery," Michael coaxed me to take the pills.

I felt resistant and refused to take them.

"You have to listen to the doctor, or you'll forget things and lose control of your emotions. You even hurt me and the kids that day," Michael said softly. He wasn't blaming me; it sounded more like a plea.

I looked at him, somewhat shocked. Did I lose control without even noticing?

I took the pills from his hands and swallowed them.

Soon enough, my emotions seemed to be suppressed and I calmed down entirely. There was no extra time or space for me to think about anything else.

Michael took my hand. I seemed to have no energy to pull it out despite my resistance

"Do you want to eat cotton candy, Mom?' Ashton ran in from the outside, a cotton candy in his hand.

There was a jolt in my mind, and fragments of memories flashed in my mind.

I saw a tall figure getting out of the car to buy me some cotton candy.