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Chapter 193

    Ewan drove to a vi in the city center.


    The houses there were really pricey.


    Dad mentioned before that it was a fancy neighborhood built by the Lincoln Group. It was a ce


    we couldn’t afford even if we worked hard for an extra 20 years.


    Even though Steven had been making money from prizes, schrships, and his jobs since he


    joined the advanced sses at 14, he still couldn’t afford a house here.


    And ever since Mr. Andy passed away, the Lincolns didn’t seem like they would give


    Steven any money.


    And even though Steven had recently taken over the Lincoln Group, he didn’t have much real


    power yet and was still being suppressed. He was simply stuck in a passive state.


    “How… did he afford to buy a house here?” I asked Ewan in disbelief.


    Ewan remained silent for a while, seemingly avoiding my question.


    Then, he said, “Mr. Lincoln is just awesome. He’s a genius.”


    The car soon came to a stop at a vi in the middle of theke.


    I was stunned by the surroundings.


    This ce was definitely the priciest spot in Huma.


    This house of Steven’s… He couldn’t have bought it himself, right?


    As I stepped into the yard, I was stunned.


    The yard was filled with my favorite tulips, and the walls were covered in blooming roses.


    “Stephie, we’ll have our own ce.


    “Stephie… I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”


    Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me.


    That familiar headache returned, and my memories slowly resurfaced.


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    Every memory I recalled was rted to Steven.


    “Steve…” I went into the house and dashed into the living room looking for Steven.


    this bedroom was locked, the curtains pulled shut tight, and not a glimmer of light was slipping


    through.


    “Steve! Open the door!” I was getting anxious, afraid that Steven would keep hurting himself.


    “Mr. Lincoln isn’t doing too good. I’ll send someone to knock on the door,” Ewan said, sounding a bit


    worried.


    “Hey, Steve, I gotta talk to you,” I whispered. I was really scared now.


    “Whether you’re Stephanie or not–save him,” Ewan bowed his head and said in a low


    tone.


    Ewan’s plea was in the word “save“.


    It felt like Steven’s time was running out.


    “Steve…” I banged on the door.


    “Don’te in and don’t look at me,” Steven said urgently. He didn’t want me to


    witness his distress.


    This time, I didn’t avoid it. I admitted that I was Stephanie.


    “Steve, I remember… the first time we met at the orphanage.”


    All of a sudden, the room went quiet.


    Then, the door swung open.


    Steven stared at me in a panic. His hands were stained with blood, and he trembled as he held my


    face.


    “Stephie… You remember everything?”


    What was he so scared of? Was he hoping I’d remember everything, or was he dreading


    it?


    I said, “Steve… I only recall us meeting at the orphanage when we were kids.


    T


    “During the year of our college entrance exam, it felt like I’d asked you to wait for me. What’s our


    rtionship, really?” I asked Steven as tears started to well up in my eyes.


    Steven’s eyes reddened. “You remember me now…” Even though it was only of our past


    encounter.


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    “Nothing else matters as long as you remember me.” Steven suddenly hugged me tight, his fingers


    still dripping blood.


    I caught a whiff of the blood emanating from him and suddenly felt a wave of unease.


    “Stephie… The bad guys are almost dead,” Steven whispered.


    I tightened my grip on Steven’s clothes. “Steve, please tell me you didn’t do anything wrong… Tell


    Tell me, you’ve got nothing to do with the serial murders. You didn’t kill


    Steven shook his head. “I swear, I’ll never leave your side.”


    I held Steven’s hand and led him back to his room to tend to his wounds.


    anyone.


    By then, he’d reverted back to that obedient demeanor of his and quietly sat in front of


    1. me.


    “Can’t youst a minute without me?” I chided softly.


    “Stephie… Don’t go out of my sight,” he pleaded softly. This was a form of moral maniption.
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