Revenge After Death

I looked down at Michael with a mocking smile

“Michael, I’m dead. Shouldn’t you be happy? Who are you putting an act for? It’s because of you that

I’m dead!”

“Alright, Mr. Ford. There’s nothing you can do here. You’d better go back and wait for our call,” said Zion, somewhat disapproving of Michael.

He probably couldn’t stand his contradictory attitudes.

“Michael Ford, you’re really disgusting!” Rachel suddenly shouted, still very agitated. She pointed at him and cursed, “Aren’t you getting married soon? Go back and marry your Yasmin!”

I stood beside Rachel and looked at Michael with indifference. At this point, I no longer had the strength to hate him. I was just Yasmin’s scapegoat. I shielded Michael’s beloved woman from the disaster of slaughter.

With this… I had paid off all my debt to him, even the life I owed him.

Michael remained rooted to the ground. Apparently, he already believed that something had happened to me.

As Rachel returned the coat to Zion and retrieved an envelope from her bag, she said, “Michael, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to give this to you before because I didn’t think you and Yasmin deserved Stephie’s blessing…‘

As she spoke, her voice choked up. I wanted to wipe her tears and hug her, but I couldn’t.

“Three months ago, Stephie found me and said she had applied for an opportunity to study abroad. She asked me to keep it a secret…” she continued while trembling all over.

She was probably thinking that I wouldn’t have died here if I had gone abroad earlier.

“She has been wanting to leave you for the longest time. Every moment of her life, she was thinking about leaving you, and yet you think she would’ve done anything to have you,” Rachel sarcastically

mocked him.

“Your pitiful ego is truly pathetic.

“Enough…” Michael interrupted with a frown, clearly not wanting to hear any of this.

“The reason she has been enduring and indulging you is not because she’s debasing herself, but because she’s repaying what she owes you! That day, Stephie told me that repaying the money she owes you is easy, but she doesn’t know how to repay that life, that favor…”

She handed the envelope to Michael and continued, “All these years, she has been working non– stop, from selling her design drafts to tutoring.

“While doing three jobs all by herself, she tried so hard not to spend a penny from the Ford family

and save money to repay what she owes you.”

Then, Rachel took out a card from her bag.

“Stephie left all these with me. The envelope contains ten thousand dollars, which she prepared as a wedding gift for you. She said it’s not much, but it represents her sincerity because she sincerely. wishes you and Yasmin…”

As she spoke, tears couldn’t help but fall.

I stood aside, quietly listening. Once, I truly wished Michael and Yasmin well. I had hoped that he could truly be happy after marrying Yasmin.

“Enough…” Michael uttered.

However, he didn’t even want to hear these well–wishes.

Ignoring him, Rachel continued, “Do you know how many jobs Stephie took to earn this gift money? Every day, she had to go to Richmond Hill to tutor the children of the wealthy. She’d get scolded. Sometimes, she even came back with injuries.

“At night, she had to work as a cashier at a 24–hour convenience store. She could only sleep for a maximum of five hours a day, depending on how busy work was.”

She sneered and said, “Stephie worked for over a month just to gather this ten thousand dollars for you. She said that she wanted to earn the gift money for you before going abroad.

Michael didn’t want to listen to any of that, but Rachel insisted on speaking. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“There’s over a million dollars in this card. Stephie’s been saving this money for four whole years, ever since her parents passed away. She said she’d eventually save enough to repay her debt to you.

Michael avoided eye contact and refused to take the card.

“Take it… You always said that I owe you too much, didn’t you? Take it, then…” I questioned him, my voice already hoarse.

But he never took the card.

“You said Stephie owes you a lot, but I don’t think the money she owes you is even enough to cover Yasmin’s father’s hospitalization fees, surgery, and rehabilitation expenses–let alone the cost of buying luxury goods.”

Rachel, losing her patience, threw both the money and card at Michael.

“Take your money and leave… Never appear in front of Stephie again. She hates you, and she doesn’t want to see you.”

I nodded, agreeing with Rachel. Indeed, I never wanted to see Michael again–not even in death.

“She’ll be fine… I promise that if anything happens to her, I’ll die with her. She’ll be fine,” Michael mumbled with a hoarse voice..

1 found him incredibly ridiculous. He’d die with me? On what grounds? Was he even worthy

“Mike, you need to go back! There’s a call from the hotel saying that Yasmin committed suicide! Jack had taken a call nearby and rushed back in a pante, saying that Yasmin had tried to take her own

fe at the hotel

I watched as Michael’s face turned even paler, his expression increasingly complex.