Revenge After Death



During our time with the Rebels, Steven and I stayed in our room. We did not go out other than during mealtimes.

I mostly just did not want to see Carol as she made me disgusted. In order to avoid conflict, I would rather stay together with Steven.

"Why is Genome Society so quiet recently? Why aren't they doing anything?" Lying on the bed, I asked Steven, who was calculating something in his wheelchair.

He looked up at me and said, "They won't be idle for long. They should be doing something soon."

Steven was right on the money. Soon enough, we heard noises outside-it was Ewan.

"Joel got caught by Genome Society, Mr. Lincoln!" he said.

As expected, something came up.

"Alright, we got it." Steven seemed unexpectedly calm. It was as if he had expected this to happen.

"Did he lose some of his IQ after his reincarnation? Or did something happen during the reincarnation and his brain got fried?" I frowned, not expecting Simeon to mess things up.

"It's easy for humans to turn into lovestruck fools when they're in love," Steven helplessly said as he opened the door for Ewan.

"Eason's team was ambushed during their mission. Joel ignored your warning and insisted on going. As expected, he fell into Genome Society's trap." Ewan sighed with a frown.

Before Joel went to look for Eason, Steven had reminded him not to act on his own. He could either bring someone along or go with Zion and the other officers.

Despite this, Joel couldn't help but worry and his lovestruckness ended up getting himself in trouble.

I said disdainfully, "He has it coming. We're not rescuing him."

Steven chuckled. "Genome Society is planning to use Simeon to control Carol or to ask for me in exchange for him."

"We're not exchanging you for him!" I glanced at Ewan warily. "Tell Carol to save her brother on her own and don't involve Steven."

Simeon wouldn't be in any real danger, but I couldn't risk letting Steven be in danger. Humans were all selfish, and I only cared for Steven.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Ewan glanced at me before nodding. "We'll work on a rescue plan."

After he left, I quickly got up and shut the door, locking it right away.

Steven placed his notebook down and looked up at me. "Simeon isn't that stupid, Stephie. He might just be able to save himself."

I glanced at him worriedly. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

As long as Genome Society threatened Simeon's life, Steven would definitely offer to rescue him.

"I'm not thinking about anything," he softly coaxed.

"Who's more important-Simeon or me?" I asked in a fit of jealousy.

Back then, Simeon used to ask Steven silly questions like this—if me or him was more important, or if Steven would choose between his friend or his loved one.

I always thought Simeon was crazy and childish to ask such meaningless questions. Yet I had become the childish one now.

"Stephie." Steven reached out to hold my wrist, but I avoided him.

"You're always the most important to me," he softly replied.

Comfort washed over me as I looked at him.

"You shouldn't worry about it, then. Since Carol is so full of herself thinking that she's capable, we'll let her figure things out on her own," I whispered while sitting on the bed.

Steven propped himself up and sat next to me. "Simeon will be fine, Stephie-and so will you."

Someone was banging at the door from outside. It was obviously Carol.

I felt somewhat annoyed. I knew she would take this opportunity to look for Steven. "Come out, Steven! Simeon is in danger!" Carol yelled from the outside.