Revenge After Death

After returning from the ruined building, I couldn't shake the strange feeling that my reactions always lagged behind my subconscious...

"Stephie..." Steven turned to me, protesting, "He must be up to no good. That's why he wants me to leave."

I nodded. "Michael, you can say it with Steven present."

Michael was so furious that it took him a while to calm down before speaking, "Stephie... Yasmin is really important. Even the police know that—"

"Why are you explaining so much to me? Are you worried that I might kill her?" I interjected curiously.

Somehow, Michael seemed to be wary of me. Was it because of the recent killing game in the ruined building?

"No... " Michael replied after a long pause. It was evident he was worried that I would kill Yasmin.

Nervously, he tried to explain once again, "I'm just— "

"Since I didn't kill her at the ruined building, you don't have to worry about me getting rid of her now that we're out," I assured him, realizing that Michael had been startled by the sight of me pressuring Yasmin for answers.

"Honey, he's scared of you," Steven whispered to me.

I didn't respond to him and fixed my eyes on Michael.

Was he afraid that I would kill Yasmin because he believed I was the mastermind behind the serial killings? Or perhaps the mastermind behind this killing game?

"She... " Michael lowered his head, taking a deep breath. "Yasmin told the police that you're the mastermind behind this killing game. She said... you stabbed her and... tore her wound. She demanded an examination of her injuries...'

I narrowed my eyes and asked Michael, "Ha, does she have any proof?"

I noticed Michael's sudden silence and finally came to a realization. "Ah... now I get it... "

All of a sudden, I understood why Michael was so worried that I would kill Yasmin.

"Yasmin told the police that I

harmed her, and you're the only

witness, I said to Michael, feeling a tightness in my chest. My body was trembling with rage. "So, you sold me out, didn't you?"

Did Michael tell the police that I was the one who harmed Yasmin? Michael's head remained lowered, and his voice was soft. "I was just—"

"Just telling the truth?" I chuckled, then pointed to the door. "Get out."

Rachel stared at Michael in disbelief. "What did you do? When did Stephie hurt Yasmin? She saved her! If it weren't for Stephie, Yasmin would have died in there long ago!" Steven frowned quietly.

Yasmin accused me of harming her to the police, claiming that I was the mastermind behind the killing game... And Michael was the witness.

"Yasmin was scared that... you would kill her. I was just... " Michael clenched his fists.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Clearly, he couldn't tell a lie when Yasmin begged him helplessly with her eyes filled with sincerity.

"Michael, I told you before, you're a kind person, but your kindness often leans toward Yasmin's perspective. You've done nothing wrong in this matter because you chose not to

lie," said solemnly, to the

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door.

"But I don't want to see you now. Please get out."

"Stephie... Yasmin still holds some value. If— " Michael abruptly paused, realizing that no one could understand his thoughts now. His disappointment was evident as he lowered his gaze.

His action implied that he believed that I had harmed Yasmin without justification. There was no solid evidence to support my actions in that chaotic situation, after all.

Perhaps he just wanted to win Yasmin's favor so that she would promptly hand over the evidence against Peter.

sorry.

Michael apologized, his

"I'm voice hoarse. "If Peter targets Yasmin, she'll be scared, and then...

I'll be the only person she can trust

and rely on. That's our only chance to get the evidence from her."

With that, Michael left the ward.