“Was it Simmy who gave it to you?” I asked softly, peering anxiously into Steven’s eyes.


    Steven avoided my gaze and deflected, “Stephie… How’s Grandma Rosie doing?”


    He was changing the subject.


    I always knew that there were too many secrets surrounding Steven. I had initially drawn close to


    him to unravel those very mysteries. Otherwise, Eason wouldn’t have been so


    fixated on him.


    Yet, the deeper I delved into our connection, the more I realized that not only did Steven harbor


    numerous secrets, but my original host, Stephany Larson, did as well.


    Topound matters, I even began to question myself.


    What hidden truthy buried within my lost memories?


    Why did Michael say that I had a psychological illness before? And what kind of illness


    was that?


    Was it a mere coincidence that I found myself reborn into Stephany’s body?


    The more I pondered, the more terrifying the things seemed to me..


    I brought Steven back to his ward. The nurse scolded him severely and resealed the punctured


    needle of the IV.


    After ensuring Steven could get out of bed and move around, I held his hand and headed to


    Grandma Rosie’s ward, only to discover Michael had been there all the while.


    “Have some water, Grandma Rosie,” Michael said, attending to her.


    I frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed.


    I remembered Michael as a spoiled rich brat, ustomed to having everything handed to him on a


    silver tter. He could barely take care of himself, let alone others.


    Yet, here he was, being attentive in the ward.


    “Mr. Ford, this is my grandmother. I can take care of her myself. You can go now,” I said, firmly as I


    walked over and snatched the ss of water from Michael’s hand.


    Michael lowered his gaze and remained silent.


    Grandma Rosie, who was awake, leaned against the head of the bed and gazed at Michael


    dearly


    Stephy, how could you talk to Mike like that? He’s a nice, kind–hearted man.


    “Not only has he been taking care of me during your absence, but he was also the one who found


    out that I was sick and sent me to the hospital in time. If it weren’t for him, I might have never been


    able to see you again…”


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    I was momentarily startled, frowning as I stared at Michael.


    It seemed he had already ingratiated himself with Stephany’s grandmother long before this.


    What exactly was he up to?


    Standing at the doorway, Steven scrutinized Michael with cold eyes. It was as if he had


    encountered someone even more skilled at acting than himself.


    “Stephie… Steven called my name softly.


    I pulled Steven over and introduced him to Grandma Rosie, “Grandma Rosie, this is my husband,


    Steven Lincoln. You can call him Steven.”


    Grandma Rosie nced at Steven, looking somewhat displeased.


    “You’ve been married to Stephy for so long, yet you’ve never bothered toe visit me. Instead,


    Mike was the one who has been taking care of me all this time.”


    “Grandma Rosie, Steve suffers from an illness. He probably can’t even take care of himself, let


    alone you. It’s best that he doesn’te and upset you,” Michael whispered, clearly trying to sow


    discord.


    Michael was well aware of my character, understanding just how much weight I ced on my


    family’s opinions.


    But the person he knew was the me that he had “killed“, or rather, the me who had lost an important


    memory after the car ident when I was 18.


    Back then, I was immersed in the grief of my parents‘ death. My restless and depressive


    emotions shrouded me like a dark hell.


    I could barely live independently at that time and badly needed a warm shelter where I


    could call home.


    Therefore, even though I was already 18 and legally an adult, I was still grateful to Lois for


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    taking me in and giving me a home because I simply couldn’t live by myself at that time.


    Though I had indeed forgotten a lot of things, I had never suspected it once.


    It was as if my memories didn’t disappear out of thin air but were erased…


    “Such tragedy…” Grandma Rosie reluctantly nced at Steven,menting that a person with a


    mental illness couldn’t provide a better life for her Stephy.


    Initially, it was her biological granddaughter, Ann, who was supposed to marry Steven, though.


    “Stephy, has Annie mentioned when she’lle to see me?” Grandma Rosie cared about Ann a


    lot.


    Before I came, I had worried that Grandma Rosie, who had raised Stephany, would see through me


    and realize that I wasn’t the real Stephany.


    However, it seemed that my concerns werepletely unfounded.