I was curious to see if Steven would tell me.


    Steven stood there, looking helpless and panicked. He urgently reached out to me, pleading for my


    presence by his side.


    Somehow, I felt the urge to approach him. However, my rationalepelled me to keep my


    distance and press him further. "Tell me. Who hurt me?"


    His hand slowly fell from its frozen position in mid-air, a silent testament to his refusal to speak.


    I nodded, directing my gaze toward Michael. "I''ll go with you."


    Michael was quite happy as he led me toward the car. "Stephie, let''s go."


    I didn''t look back, yet I waited for Steven to convince me to stay. However, he did not speak until I


    got into Michael''s car.


    He stood there with his head lowered, as though he were wrestling with a painful struggle and trying


    to make a difficult decision.


    "I''ll ask you again...who is it?" My eyes were red, and my heart was filled with unease.


    Who exactly was Steven trying to protect?


    Steven raised his head with tear-filled eyes. He opened his mouth as though he had been preparing


    to speak for a long time. "Stephie, it''s me."


    He imed it was him.


    "It''s all me."


    He shouldered the me entirely. He imed that he was the one. It was he who imprisoned and


    hurt me. Instead of revealing the identity of the person who harmed me, he chose to make me


    despise him, detest him, and keep my distance!


    "I didn''t lie to you," said Michael, looking at Steven with indifference before closing the car door for


    me.


    I saw Steven standing outside and suddenly felt extremely disappointed and saddened.


    Steven held his hand tightly, and I could see that he was holding back. The wound on the palm had


    clearly been pinched, and dark red blood was flowing down between his fingers.


    "ording to Ms. rk, your parents had been desperately searching for you while you were


    missing. After finally locating you, they imed that Steven had deceived you and confined you. He


    is a liar." Michael exined to me in the car why Steven had kidnapped me in the past.


    Michael pulled a letter from his pocket. "He imed to like you, but you knew clearly he was a


    lunatic. You want to break up with him. See for yourself. It''s what you wrote to Steven."


    As the car slowly drove away, I gazed at Steven through the window. He stood there, his entire


    figure shrouded in gloom, exuding a presence of mncholy.


    I took over the letter from Michael, opened it, and scanned its contents. It was unquestionably my


    own handwriting.


    "Ms. rk has retrieved it from the original residence. Your parents discovered this letter in the


    basement where you were confined," Michael exined.


    While reading the letter, I noticed how cold and determined my words and attitude seemed on the


    page.


    "Steven,


    I struggle with emotions. I decided to be in a rtionship with you out of curiosity about feelings. I


    want to experience what love is and try everything that a typical person would.


    However, reality has shown me that no matter how hard I try, I can never truly fall in love with you. I


    feel like I am unable to experience love and typical emotions like other people do.


    Let''s end it. I don''t want to continue living a lie, deceiving both you and me.


    Stephanie"


    I was the one who wrote the letter, breaking up with Steven.


    "This lunatic will lose control if he doesn''t get what he wants. He is aplete lunatic. He is very


    dangerous." Michael frowned, attempting to bring me face to face with the harsh reality.


    "Michael..." I held the letter, and an unbearable ache pierced my heart.


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    He gazed intensely at me.


    "Stop the car," I said firmly.