Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 86

Rachel frowned at Michael. "Even after everything that's come to light, you're still defending Yasmin?

"She fell down the stairs on her own. She probably didn't see properly... She thought it was Stephanie. Also, Jack was lying..." He tried to defend Yasmin, but his tone betrayed his uncertainty. What was he trying to justify? He was just defending himself by supporting her.

1 knew he would deny any involvement in what had happened to me, no matter how damning the evidence might be.

"Stephanie, I... I thought you were dead. But why are you haunting me? Just leave me alone!" Jack's words were slurred from drinking before Michael hit him. Now, he was even more agitated. He wiped blood from his mouth and pointed at Michael. "You'll pay for what you did, Michael. You should be the one she's after, not me."

His words were desperate. "Stephanie, I swear it wasn't me who caused your death. It was him. He let you die for Yasmin, not me." Michael glared at Jack. His hands clenched tightly until his knucklés turned white. It was clear that Jack's words had struck Michael's nerves. "Jack!"

Suddenly, Eva Bailey barged in with a group of people. She was Yasmin's sister and just as mean. Eva led the bullying against me in school.

Yasmin's voice choked with sobs, called out from outside the door. "Mike..."

Moments later, she appeared, and a surge of anger rose within me at the sight of her.

Yasmin's hand was on her belly, and her eyes were swollen with tears. "Mike, I'm not sure if what Jack said is true. I was indeed arguing with Stephie, and then I fell. But that's all I know..." Tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued, "Mike, I swear I don't know." She tried to sound

vulnerable.

Then, she doubled over in pain, clutching her stomach and leaning against the wall. "Mike, my

stomach hurts..."

Michael stood perfectly still. His eyes reflected a myriad of emotions as he looked at Yasmin.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at him. "Mike, perhaps this baby... it's Stephie's way of making amends with you.

"She couldn't bring her own child into this world... If she were still here, she'd surely have your child. That's why we must protect our unborn child for Stephie's sake." Chapter 86

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I stared at her in disbelief. Could Yasmin, of all people, really be showing empathy?

"You make me sick!" 1 approached and slapped Yasmin. Who did she think she was, causing me such revulsion?

"Who the heck are you?" Eva confronted me angrily.

"Mike...

Yasmin pretended to have a stomach ache and fainted.

Michael rushed over, pushing me aside before swooping her in his arms. I staggered as he whisked her away.

Despite Jack's revelations, Michael stubbornly held onto his trust in Yasmin, refusing to waver.

"Michael, Yasmin is the one who killed Stephie," Rachel shouted. "I'll gather evidence, ensure she's brought to justice, and face the consequences!" Michael's conflicted expression remained unchanged as he glanced at Rachel. With Yasmin in his arms, he didn't utter a word as he walked away.

"Rachel, you're quite persistent, huh?" Eva smirked, glancing between Rachel and me. "And you've got a partner in crime, too? Is it just the two of you?"

She glanced at the people beside her. "Do you think you can just show up uninvited and start throwing punches? How can I keep my reputation intact if I don't put my foot down?" Rachel stood on guard as she eyed Eva, and her group approached. She instinctively tugged me

behind her.

Eva attempted to strike me, but her arm was swiftly intercepted.

As I retreated, I stumbled into a solid chest. He pulled me close with one arm, shielding me, fierce gaze bore into Eva.

while his

His voice, deep and threatening, cut through the tension. "Lay a finger on my woman... and I'll kill

you."

Eva's eyes widened in fear as she stared at Steven. "You... it's you! You're that lunatic, the murderer..."

Upon hearing that, I was surprised and arched my eyebrows at him. "What... how..." It puzzled me why he would come here when he should have been resting at home.

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Steven was running a fever. His breath was warm, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and hist stance was unsteady.

He hugged me from behind and whispered, "Stephie... I'm scared.'

eryone else who feared him, even people like Eva. Though they were the type who got their thrills by bullying others, he was someone who'd kill in cold blood.

You guys have ulterior motives, actually teamin up with this psycho killer! You won't be leaving now that you're here!" Eva said angrily, signaling those around her to take action.

Rachel remained unaware. I grabbed both of them and hurriedly headed out.

1 yanked Steven, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance.

Eva came with three people. They were big, tough individuals.

It was wiser to retreat than to face unnecessary harm.

Rachel and I quickly ran out. She was pressing the elevator button forcefully.

"Why are you still taking the elevator? Did you call the cops?" I asked while we were running.

"How would I know we'd get beaten up..." Rachel followed me, saying defiantly.

"You're incredible..." I was in disbelief.

Rachel stopped running and looked at me again.

"What are you looking at... run!" I said, puzzled.

Rachel didn't say anything, turning her head to look at the corridor. "Where's Steve?"

I was stunned. Steven didn't come out!

"Steve!" I ran back to Steven quickly.

He was sick!

"Steve!" I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway and rushed in. I couldn't let him get beaten up by these people.

As soon as I entered the living room, I was stunned.

I didn't need to do anything at all. The people inside were all writhing on the ground in pain.

Eva was frightened. She collapsed on the ground, and her face turned pale. "He's mad... he's just

mad..."

Steven tossed aside the stick in his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he grinned at me. Chapter 57

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ny arms.

I stood frozen in place, holding the fire extinguisher in my

His fair skin provided a stark contrast against the bright red blood.

Who would've thought he'd grin at me after a fight? The impact of that smile was strong.

My heart seemed to skip a beat. I tossed the fire extinguisher aside and grabbed Steven, rushing out.

I stayed quiet all the way, and Steven remained quiet too. He trailed behind me like a scolded child, his head lowered, and the air felt tense between us.

It wasn't until we reached a safe spot that I let out my frustration. "Are you crazy? You're sick! Why did you come here?"

Steven looked aggrieved. He hunched over on the edge of the flower bed and allowed me to scold him.

"What if you're hurt? How can you be so careless with yourself?" I scolded him while examining his bloodied face.

If his face got messed up, it would be really unfortunate.

He grinned at me, speaking softly. "It's not my blood."

I was still angry and pushed his chin away. "Stop messing around with me! Why did you come here? How did you find me!"

He remained silent, lowering his head again. He just wouldn't tell me how he found me.

Meanwhile, Rachel was panting heavily, squatting on the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Don't be too harsh on him... he's so pitiful.

"And you! You were so confident when you called me out. I thought you had everything under control.

"You should've at least called Zion, shouldn't you? You're all alone! What if something had happened! "I found myself losing control, seizing the chance to scold Rachel amid my rising anger. Rachel was stunned. She just squatted there and allowed me to scold her.