Revenge After Death



"What a coincidence. I was thinking the same thing as well." I chuckled while looking at Sarah.

Similarly, I refused to have someone in this world whose existence would be a constant reminder that I wasn't a normal person but a monster and a clone.

Sarah's gaze darkened as she slowly neared me with a fruit knife.

"I'll die too if you touch her," Steven threatened with a deep voice.

Sarah turned to look at him and angrily said, "You're not a fool. Surely, you aren't confused, yet you're still deceiving yourself. You'll end up dead in her hands sooner or later!"

"I'm willing to let that happen," Steven said, looking up at her.

The knife in Sarah's hand trembled as she stumbled backward. She chuckled sardonically. "They both have the same genes, yet the differences between them are so striking. If only he had just half of your passion"

Perhaps she did not want to reveal her own emotions, so she stopped halfway through her sentence. She glanced at me with a complicated look.

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Sarah said nothing more as she placed the fruit knife down and left. She stopped at the entrance and said, "I didn't poison your food."

Steven gripped the wheelchair's armrests tightly, only loosening his grip after she had left for some time. "Are you hungry, Stephie? She wouldn't dare to poison us, so we should have some."

I shook my head. "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head and said, "But we'll have to eat anyway."

I stared at Steven silently for the longest time. He just felt so lifeless and dull now.

I couldn't help but feel afraid and anxious. Seeing him like this made me feel empty inside.

"Stephie." Steven maneuvered his wheelchair to take the plate. He smiled when he saw the cherry jam on top. "It's your favorite."

"It's also Sarah's favorite. Seems like we're both alike in many ways," I subconsciously blurted out, my jealousy and bitterness unbridled.

Even I was stunned. No wonder Sarah was afraid of me-I truly wanted her dead and completely gone.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my temples. "I don't like cherries, Steven."

I refused to like what Sarah liked. I had to distinguish myself from her.

"We'll have to eat our fill anyway. It doesn't matter whether you like it or not." Steven picked up a freshly made waffle. It looked fluffy and tasty.

I huffed defiantly. I would rather starve myself.

Resigned, Steven asked, "Are you really planning to starve yourself? We'll both just starve to death, then."

I opened my mouth and reluctantly took a bite. It didn't taste bad at all.

"Stephie." Steven looked at me hesitantly.

"Have you really regained all of your memories?" he asked, looking and sounding cautious.

I almost choked as I turned to look at him. "Do you not believe in me?"

"It's not that." Steven shook his head. "I wrote down the reincarnation data in the notebook, but you burned it. You were the one who raised this theory in the first place."

I fell silent for the longest time, putting down the waffle in my hand. "Clone subjects have no souls and naturally lack the five senses. They have no emotions and live like zombies. That's why I wanted to find out the purpose of a clone subject's existence."

I could tell that Steven was still wary of me. He probably wasn't the only one.

"Do you still remember those taxidermies in the basement?" he asked, fixing an intense gaze on me.