Revenge After Death

Michael leaned on the wall at the side like he was injured.

"Michael..." Yasmin called out his name nervously.

I lifted my head and looked at him. His gaze was fixated on me. It looked like he wanted to know my answer as well.

"Let's hurry. Michael is hurt." Yasmin looked at me angrily as though I was the one prompting this argument.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked back at Steven and asked quizzically, "Why wouldn't I pick you? You're my legal husband."

Steven froze for a moment before his eyes lit up.

He looked toward Michael as if to gloat, the triumph evident in his expression.

Michael's fists tightened, and his expression seemed to have paled slightly.

"You heard her. She only picked you because of the marriage certificate." He scoffed.

"We're not getting a divorce," he declared gleefully while hugging me.

He didn't look like someone who almost died at all.

I felt a bit numb. I stared at Steven with furrowed brows but remained silent.

Seeming to notice the shift in my mood, Michael said, "Rachel was her best friend. Joel was one of your people as well. Is this all you care about when they just died down there? How cold-hearted do you have to be? What a lunatic."

He was trying to cause a rift between us as Zion's emotions were also suppressed to their limit.

At the side, Quinn was still crying. Everyone was submerged in sadness, including myself.

Eason opened his mouth to speak but ultimately chose to remain silent as well.

This time, no one was on Steven's side.

Steven did seem like he wasn't sad about the situation at all, though.

"He's actually a lunatic. What a heartless monster," Yasmin berated him.

Steven glanced at Michael.

Michael's anger.

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everyone's emotions along.

"Carol... is gone. Joel and Rachel are also gone," Quinn sobbed out the words.

Everyone's sadness peaked after her words.

They all stared at Steven who didn't appear visibly upset.

In that split moment, I felt the prejudice that was cast upon Stephanie back then.

It was as if not knowing how to express sadness made you a monster.

"Let's go..." Eason broke the awkwardness and tried to get everyone to leave.

Steven turned to look at me again. It looked

I was still the one he

fost concerned with. He wanas

what I thought of him.

Did he deserve to be discriminated against or berated just because he wasn't collectively in despair?

He might not care about what the rest thought, but he cared about my opinion.

I didn't offer any words of comfort, but I tightened my grip on his hand.

"Do you really not care about Joel's life, Steven?" Eason, however, suddenly asked.

"I only care about Stephie." Steven seemed like he was upset as he pulled me into his chest.

He should've known what the others would think of him if he said things like that.

"Ha... What an actual lunatic," Yasmin mocked before reaching for Michael's arm and turning to leave.

"You

to an on't need to explain yourself

I said softly. Then, lifted

my hand to pat Steven's head.

He shouldn't even say anything out of spite.

Faced with accusations and those who disagreed with you, any form of explanation was pointless.