Revenge After Death



The human heart was complex and ever-changing. We couldn't judge if it was true or false as

circumstances changed with time.

"You'll regret it..." Linda clenched her trembling fingers in the pouring rain as she gazed at Steven with sadness.

Steven didn't say a word. He simply held me close in his arms.

Michael opened the car door and allowed Linda to enter. As she settled in, her gaze remained fixed on Steven.

A woman's intuition was often remarkably accurate. Despite only being an 18-year-old woman, Linda appeared to harbor a bold crush on Steven.

She definitely had feelings for Steven. It was quite clear that she loved him. However, she intended to take me away. What was her true intention?

"Stephie, let's go home." Steven held my hand and guided me back.

"Only... qualified individuals are allowed to join the organization. I'm a lunatic... The hypotheses and propositions I present are precisely what they seek and are deeply interested in..." He took the initiative to explain without waiting for me to inquire.

Steven looked at me and added, "Linda is Peter's daughter. I had always known that fact, so I planned to use her as a counterweight to Peter. Despite having autism, Linda has made progress in social life thanks to Peter's treatment and support. However, she still sometimes feels like she doesn't quite fit in."

Steven whispered as he took a towel and gently wiped my wet hair. "Many autistic children have amazing talents. Linda is exceptionally skilled at painting. She can recreate objects, characters, and buildings with great accuracy."

"She has feelings for you," I murmured as I lowered my head.

I wasn't interested in her talent. "You know what I want to find out."

What I really wanted to know was not Linda's ability to paint but the significance behind what she said. Why did she try to separate me from Steven? What was the intent behind her repeated phrase "You will regret it"?

Steven picked up the hair dryer and assisted me in drying my hair. "There's no turning back once you enter the game. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you, even if it means sacrificing my life in the end." Despite the deafening noise of the hair dryer, I managed to catch every word he uttered.

I grabbed his hand and switched off the hairdryer. "You joined the organization as a genius. Are you planning to find the person behind it? What kind of plan do you have?"

Steven looked at me in silence, still refusing to share his plans. It was clear that his plan was leading to a dead end, one that would ultimately cost him his life. I would eventually lose him.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I held onto his clothes tightly, trembling. "If you die, how can I survive alone?"

Steven embraced me and gave me a reassuring pat on the back. "It's possible to go on without someone in your life, Stephie."

I held onto Steven tightly. "So, you're really going to leave me, aren't you? We agreed to be together..." "Don't overthink it. I won't leave you," Steven continued to reassure me.