Chapter 221
“He ran away?” I asked with furrowed brows. I had no idea what Michael was up to now.
“Did he come looking for you?” Rachel asked.
“No, I’m currently…” I was staying in a villa Steven had rented. There was no way Michael could find his way here. I began to wonder if he had gone to the Lincoln residence instead.
“Could he have gone to the Lincoln residence?” I asked. I sat up suddenly and got out of bed to put my shoes on.
“He’d better not drop dead at the Lincoln residence’s doorstep. He’ll bring nothing but bad- luck.”
After hanging up the call, Rachel and I rushed to the Lincoln residence.
Sure enough, we saw Michael at the Lincoln residence’s entrance. He could barely stand at this point.
What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just stay in the hospital and recover from his injuries properly? Why did he want to see me so desperately?
Michael’s face was pale and devoid of all color. By the time he saw me, he could no longer stand on his own and had to lean against the wall for support. “Stephie….
Did he just call me Stephie again?
This psycho was looking for my past self again.
I furrowed my brows and said, “Michael Ford, don’t you dare die on my doorstep.”
Michael struggled to walk toward me. Suddenly, he hugged me tightly and said, “Oh, Stephie. I’m so sorry.”
I pushed him away, acting as if he had just electrocuted me. I glared at him angrily and asked, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Michael couldn’t remain steady on his feet, so he fell to the ground. The wound on his abdomen started bleeding again. The blood soaked through his shirt.
“I… shouldn’t have doubted you,” he said. He seemed convinced that I was Stephanie Carlson. I figured he was probably the same as Steven. These men were turning to me to console themselves.
“You’ve got the wrong person,” I said in a deep voice.
“I know you’re Stephie. When I was dying, I saw Stephanie,” Michael said softly. He
sounded as if he had gone mad.
I was taken aback to hear that. I suddenly panicked and asked, “What are you saying?”
Who did he say he saw?
“Stephany…” Michael murmured in disbelief. Everything that happened felt like a dream to
him.
However, Michael firmly believed that the dream he had was real.
He believed that Stephanie hadn’t died and that her soul had reincarnated into Stephany’s
body.
I took a deep breath and glanced around subconsciously.
“It might’ve just been a dream, but at least let me do something to make it up to you…
Michael’s voice was hoarse when he spoke.
Regardless of whether I was Stephanie or not, it was clear that Michael wanted to make up
for his guilt toward her through me.
I had to admit that his behavior irked me.
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