Revenge After Death

Chapter 685

The hum of medical equipment and the smell of alcohol disinfectant filled the deathly silent hallway of Huma Hospital.

"Hang in there'

A hoarse and piercing scream reverberated within the sterile room. By the side, the nurse couldn't bring herself to look at the figure.

There was a person barely clinging to life on the hospital bed. His badly burned fingers were clutching tightly onto an ID photo.

"Stephie... Stephie..."

"Your vocal cords are damaged, and they can't be fully restored even with surgery. Please bear with it and try not to speak as much as possible," the doctor softly reminded, feeling sympathetic.

"Okay." He then buried his face into the pillow, allowing the doctor to attend to his mangled wounds.

"How did he manage to endure it?'

"Why must someone so good-looking have to endure all these?"

"It's a miracle he managed to survive."

The doctor sighed when he stepped out of the ward.

"He's suffering from burns all over his body. The pain from those superficial second-degree burns could easily reach level ten, which would greatly affect and overwhelm his senses. Even if he survives them, his sensitivity to pain would numb in the future," the doctor said, watching Steven through the window. Steven was lying listlessly on the bed as if he was barely holding on by sheer willpower.

"Stephie.." He slowly opened his fingers, gently wiping the ID photo that was stained with blood. Steven's gaze was beyond gentle.

"Wait for me...I'm sorry..."

He hoped that she wouldn't blame him for making her wait for too long.

"Mr. Lincoln Senior instructed us to monitor him and keep him in the hospital. Bring him back once his condition improves."

"You can't leave, Mr. Lincoln-

The fire alarm in the hospital went off, drawing the attention of the doctors and bodyguards away from him. Steven was wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, enduring the pain all over as he hobbled toward the exit. Pale pink blood oozed out from his leg wounds as they were aggravated by his premature movements

No one could imagine the pain he was experiencing. But he refused to let Stephanie wait for him for too long. "Stephie....

Steven wasn't sure what kept him going as he left the hospital, and he spent almost all his effort trying to make it to Stephanie's place. But it was already empty by the time he was there.

"That family has a tragic fate. Both her parents passed away, leaving only their daughter alive. I heard she was in a coma for a long time and was brought to her relatives' house as soon as she regained consciousness."

Upon hearing the neighbor's words, Steven turned around and started running ahead with reddening eyes. His wounds were aching, and there was even a risk of him getting infected. Yet, he couldn't possibly let Stephanie suffer the pain of losing her loved ones on her own.

"Stephie..." Steven finally saw her at the entrance of the university.

However, Stephanie was looking at him with an unfamiliar gaze.

It seemed like the precise method of erasing memories was successful. She had indeed forgotten about him.

"Stephie..." he started. His hoarse voice sounded so painfully unfamiliar even to him.

Stephanie no longer recognized him. Even though it was what he wanted, why did it hurt so much?

"Who are you? Don't follow me-help!" Assuming that he was a pervert, Stephanie started running while screaming for help.

Steven stood in place numbly. His outstretched arm remained frozen. He slipped into the alley, breathing heavily as he hit his head repeatedly.

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Why wasn't he dead yet?

"Stephie..."

From then onward, Steven started following Stephanie around almost daily.

He watched as she attended university and got back home. He watched as she carefully followed behind Michael, only having eyes for him.

"I don't blame you, Stephie,' he continued to murmur during his high fever. Even though Stephanie couldn't hear him, he still continued to reassure her.

He did not blame her for forgetting him or for falling in love with someone else.