Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 

I froze. I turned to look at Michael. 

“I don’t remember I had a dog before…” 

1 lied. 

Michael was taken aback. He changed the topic. “Stephie, don’t worry about it if you can’t remember it. 

No need to think back on it. It isn’t a good memory.” 

I entered my room. Before Michael could come in, I closed the door. 

Leaning against the door, I pulled up my phone to log into the account. I knew that my parents had a social media account to record my growth. 

“Stephie…” Outside, Michael didn’t leave. 

He seemed to have a lot of things to say. 

But I didn’t want to hear any of it. 

“Stephie… I’m sorry. I know that it’s too late now, but I…” 

“Mr. Ford, Ms. Bailey fell from the attic. It seems serious.” 

Michael hadn’t finished talking, but Yasmin had already made a move. 

Her way of fighting for affection was petty. 

As expected, Michael went to check on her. 

He was busy 

I watched him go back and forth for Yasmin. He willingly let her toy him around. I felt happy. 

I wanted to see Michael’s reaction when Bound out the person who saved him wasn’t Yasmin but 

Stephanie. 

That year, when Michael was kidnapped, I was the one who lured away the kidnappers. However, when 

Michael woke up, he saw Yasmin. 

It was because I was discovered by the kidnappers. They beat me up: So, I was hospitalized. I was 

unconscious for many days…. 

When I woke up, I heard that Michael was in a relationship with Yasmin. 

Hah…. 

I was quite stupid back then, I felt sad about this for a long time. 

Lying on the bed, I logged into the account and scrolled through it. 

From the day I was born, my parents had been recording my life. 

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“The princess has arrived. On the day I was born, my parents uploaded a picture of me, them, and Peter. 

The person who was holding me was Peter, 

He was smiling, but his smile looked uncanny. When I saw him, I would have chills running down my spine. 

“The princess is a genius. She knows how to walk at such a young age.” In this picture, there was Peter, 

too. 

My parents seemed to be rest assured to leave me to Peter. 

“Stephie doesn’t like to smile. Even when I teased her, she wouldn’t laugh. The doctor said that she has an autistic tendency. Peter said that her personality wasn’t right.” 

“No matter what, we have to go through this together. We won’t give Stephie up.” 

“Stephie has turned one year old. The treatment is effective. Her growth and intelligence are normal. It’s 

just that her personality is odd.” 

“Stephie has turned two years old. She took the goldfish from the fish tank to feed the cat today.” 

“Stephie’s actions are becoming weirder. In the bathroom today, I saw a pool of blood. She’s only two 

years old, yet she killed a snake with a fruit knife.” 

In the picture, although I was the only one in it, I noticed a foot at the door. It was Peter. It meant that 

Peter was present, too. 

I looked at the records and found a few issues. 

I killed a snake at two years old? I was fearless back then. 

“Peter came today. He said he liked Stephie a lot.” 

Based on the records before I turned five, each time something happened, Peter was present. I wondered