Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 

Ewan drove to a villa in the city center. 

The houses there were really pricey. 

Dad mentioned before that it was a fancy neighborhood built by the Lincoln Group. It was a place we couldn’t afford even if we worked hard for an extra 20 years. 

Even though Steven had been making money from prizes, scholarships, and his jobs since he joined the advanced classes at 14, he still couldn’t afford a house here. 

And ever since Mr. Andy passed away, the Lincolns didn’t seem like they would give 

Steven any money. 

And even though Steven had recently taken over the Lincoln Group, he didn’t have much real power yet and was still being suppressed. He was simply stuck in a passive state. 

“How… did he afford to buy a house here?” I asked Ewan in disbelief. 

Ewan remained silent for a while, seemingly avoiding my question. 

Then, he said, “Mr. Lincoln is just awesome. He’s a genius.” 

The car soon came to a stop at a villa in the middle of the lake. 

I was stunned by the surroundings. 

This place was definitely the priciest spot in Huma. 

This house of Steven’s… He couldn’t have bought it himself, right? 

As I stepped into the yard, I was stunned. 

The yard was filled with my favorite tulips, and the walls were covered in blooming roses. 

“Stephie, we’ll have our own place. 

“Stephie… I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” 

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me. 

That familiar headache returned, and my memories slowly resurfaced. 

Every memory I recalled was related to Steven. 

“Steve…” I went into the house and dashed into the living room looking for Steven. 

this bedroom was locked, the curtains pulled shut tight, and not a glimmer of light was slipping through. 

“Steve! Open the door!” I was getting anxious, afraid that Steven would keep hurting himself. 

“Mr. Lincoln isn’t doing too good. I’ll send someone to knock on the door,” Ewan said, sounding a bit worried. 

“Hey, Steve, I gotta talk to you,” I whispered. I was really scared now. 

“Whether you’re Stephanie or not–save him,” Ewan bowed his head and said in a low 

tone. 

Ewan’s plea was in the word “save“. 

It felt like Steven’s time was running out. 

“Steve…” I banged on the door. 

“Don’t come in and don’t look at me,” Steven said urgently. He didn’t want me to 

witness his distress. 

This time, I didn’t avoid it. I admitted that I was Stephanie. 

“Steve, I remember… the first time we met at the orphanage.” 

All of a sudden, the room went quiet. 

Then, the door swung open. 

Steven stared at me in a panic. His hands were stained with blood, and he trembled as he held my face. 

“Stephie… You remember everything?” 

What was he so scared of? Was he hoping I’d remember everything, or was he dreading 

it? 

I said, “Steve… I only recall us meeting at the orphanage when we were kids. 

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“During the year of our college entrance exam, it felt like I’d asked you to wait for me. What’s our relationship, really?” I asked Steven as tears started to well up in my eyes. 

Steven’s eyes reddened. “You remember me now…” Even though it was only of our past