Revenge After Death



I sighed. Genome Society's avoidance all these years had caused Carol to lose touch with reality.

"Genome Society is a huge organization. Just because you've taken down a few laboratories doesn't mean you've got to the heart of it," Steven said, looking at Joel.

He said nothing as he helped Steven into the wheelchair.

"She's digging her own grave," Steven reminded him.

"Things that cannot be changed should be just accepted. Everyone should take responsibility for their own choices," Joel said quietly.

I took it to mean that he had given up on Carol. Or perhaps it was not so much giving up as it was a feeling of helplessness.

Joel must have done everything he could to persuade her in the time that Steven was hiding. However, she remained stubborn, and that was why he ended up saying such words.

"You'll stay here from now onward. Carol opened the door to a room even smaller than a storage room and made me stay there.

There were no windows and only a bed, clearly meant for confinement. And it was just a single bed, to boot. "I want to stay together with Steven," I said, looking at her warily.

I wasn't ready to let him leave my sight. Carol looked like she could eat him up if she ever went crazy.

"Do you really think I brought you here for a vacation?' She chuckled as she leaned against the wall. "You'd better be aware of what's going on now that you're in my hands, or else-"

"I want to stay together with Stephie," Steven said in a deep voice, leaving no room for doubt.

Carol got somewhat upset. "Your leg still needs to heal. I'm placing you in the medical area all for your own good.'

"No need,' Steven replied with a a frown.

Joel looked at Carol and said, "They're married."

"Shut up, you!" she scolded him.

Joel sighed and turned to me. "Both of you can stay in the medical area together."

"I'm in charge, and you have no say here!" Carol was losing it as she asked someone to pull him away. "You'd better treat us as guests and make sure we're having a good time here.' Steven pulled me behind him and threatened, "You should know what would happen otherwise."

He was extremely valuable to Genome Society, and he was just as important to Carol. The Rebels needed strong financial backing in order to completely destroy Genome Society. Steven was not only valuable for his knowledge, he was also rich. He was truly the perfect backer.

Carol narrowed her eyes. She was about to say something when he interrupted her, "Those in the Rebels need food to survive too, right?"

It was hard for so many of them to do anything without money.

That was also the reason the Rebels accepted Ewan. Having worked for the Lincolns for years, he was a management expert and knew how to secure funding for them.

Iraised my brows and looked at Carol provocatively. As she couldn't afford to offend Steven now, she naturally couldn't afford to offend me as well.

She looked at him with eyes filled with frustration and raw obsession.

"How long must you take to understand, Steven? This woman won't gain a heart no matter how many times she dies, Carol said hoarsely as she tried to get closer to Steven.

Sitting in the wheelchair, she reached out to pull Joel over to shield her from him. Disgust and wariness were evident on his face as he frowned and said, "Stay away from me."

Carol stood in place, looking hurt. She pushed Joel away and looked at Steven.

"You orchestrated everything from faking your death to getting me to help you to take down Genome Society. Don't forget what you promised me," she said.

Steven had paved the way for me before faking his death. He must have conspired with Michael, Joel, Carol, and others. It would have been impossible to keep his faked death a secret from Genome Society back then otherwise.

I glanced at him, wondering what he had promised Carol.

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Carol was too unhinged-even her glancing at Steven felt like a violation.