Female Novel
Chapter 233
Chapter 233
“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 tohim 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 harbornumerous secrets, but my original host, Stephany Larson, did as well. novelbin
To compound matters, I even began to question myself.
What hidden truth lay 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 puncturedneedle of the IV.
After ensuring Steven could get out of bed and move around, I held his hand and headed toGrandma 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, accustomed to having everything handed to him on asilver platter. 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 Iwalked over and snatched the glass 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 foundout that I was sick and sent me to the hospital in time. If it weren’t for him, I might have never beenable to see you again…”
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 hadencountered 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 glanced at Steven, looking somewhat displeased.
“You’ve been married to Stephy for so long, yet you’ve never bothered to come 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, letalone you. It’s best that he doesn’t come and upset you,” Michael whispered, clearly trying to sowdiscord.
Michael was well aware of my character, understanding just how much weight I placed on myfamily’s opinions.
But the person he knew was the me that he had “killed“, or rather, the me who had lost an importantmemory after the car accident 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 glanced at Steven, lamenting that a person with amental 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’ll come to see me?” Grandma Rosie cared about Ann alot.
Before I came, I had worried that Grandma Rosie, who had raised Stephany, would see through meand realize that I wasn’t the real Stephany.
However, it seemed that my concerns were completely unfounded.