I nced up, realizing it was already raining.


    "Everything''s fine now," Steven reassured me gently.


    "You knew I would be okay, didn''t you?" I looked at him.


    Steven''s gaze flickered, then he shook his head. "I believed you''d be fine."


    His words were ambiguous, and I could tell he was changing the subject.


    "Let''s go home." Steven led me to the car.


    On the way home, he told me that Michael had regained consciousness. I nodded indifferently; it


    didn''t really concern me whether he was conscious or not.


    "Yasmin has been by his side all the while. It''s highly likely that he''ll think Yasmin is you," Steven


    said, as if he wanted to prepare me in advance, worried that I might not be able to handle the


    shock.


    "Good for him." I nodded.


    Michael had always been blinded to the truth anyway. This might be best for him too.


    …


    As Steven and I had anticipated, Michale seemed quite certain that Yasmin was "Stephanie


    Carlson" and kept her close for protection.


    Meanwhile, I had been patiently waiting at home for the news about the human traffickers.


    Zion mentioned that he had been called back to investigate the human trafficking lead. Rachel had


    also visited me a few times, mentioning that Zion had left Huma for a mission, which seemed quite


    dangerous. I suspected it was rted to the human trafficking lead.


    As I had predicted, Howard took all the me, so the police had nothing on Peter. However, I hadn''t


    anticipated that Howard had been diagnosed with cancer long ago and needed medical parole. In


    other words, he could be released on bail.


    Steven had guessed correctly; Howard did indeed have a way to get out of the detention.


    "Don''t overthink it, just rx at home," Rachel said during her visit.


    However, I couldn''t shake the feeling that a lot had happened while I stayed home these past few


    days.


    Terrified by the incident of being abducted by Howard, I hadn''t left the house for several days, and


    Steven hadn''t been home during this time.


    I worried that he might have gone to the usual ce Yasmin mentioned to meet her.


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    A surge of insecurity washed over me; I feared Steven might fall into Yasmin''s scheme. If she could


    deceive Michael so many times, perhaps she could fool Steven too.


    Overwhelmed by anxiety, I sat on the bed, arms wrapped around my legs.


    I had had enough of this life. Was this really what I wanted? I began to question the meaning of my


    reincarnation, unable toprehend it.


    Was I meant to continue living in ignorance and fear just to survive? Wasn''t my initial goal to find my


    killer?


    "Have some faith in Zion; he''ll definitely find those missing teenagers, " Rachel reassured me


    gently, noticing my silence. "Stephie… "


    "Why has the serial killer been quiettely? Can''t he get his hands on Yasmin? Or maybe… Simmie


    was really the killer?" I murmured, puzzled.


    Why was Yasmin still alive? If she didn''t die, the people behind her wouldn''t be murdered either.


    I actually… hoped that the serial killer would continue his killings. As much as I wanted to catch him,


    I also wished for him to get rid of those people on the list, those demons from the orphanage for me.


    "Stephie… " Rachel seemed to see through my thoughts.


    "By the way," she lowered her eyes and added carefully, trying not to unsettle me. "Yasmin… seems


    like a different persontely."


    Had she also met Yasmin? Did she believe Yasmin too?


    "She said she''s Stephanie Carlson, didn''t she?" I asked nervously. "Do you believe her?"