Chapter 191: Chapter 191

“Michael! Hands off!” Rachel tried to yank me away from Michael.

However, she stopped for fear of accidentally hurting me.

During the ride to the hospital, Rachel kept on berating Michael.

“You’re nothing but trash, just wasting air.

“Michael, why don’t you go die? Didn’t you say you wanted to be buried with Stephie? Just go die.

“You’re such a waste even in death. Change Stephie’s tombstone for me! You’re not even fit to be her husband.

“You’re disgusting.”

Throughout the journey, Rachel kept on talking. She did a great job speaking up for me, cursing with gusto.

Meanwhile, I struggled to wake up. I badly wanted to see Steven.

“Mr. Ford, you’re still out on bail, so I suggest you don’t wander around,” Zion warned Michael.

Michael remained silent for a while before speaking up, “She’s Stephie, isn’t she…”

Rachel was stunned, and her face darkened. “Michael, what’s gotten into you? Just after Stephie passed away, there were rumors about you going crazy.

“At first, I didn’t believe it. But now, it seems there might be some truth to it.”

“You know… She’s Stephie.” Michael, with reddened eyes, said to Rachel with a questioning lilt in his voice.

Rachel felt somewhat guilty. “I reckon you’re really losing it,” she said.

“Whether she’s Stephie or not, she belongs to me.” Michael said sternly. “I won’t let her get close to that lunatic, Steven.”

“I think Steven seems fine. But you, on the other hand, you look more like a lunatic,” Rachel quipped.

Then, she whispered to Zion, “He was locked up for a few days. How did he come out even crazier?

Did you guys brainwash him?”

“Who knows, he went on a hunger strike in there just to get bail,” Zion muttered, 212 The doctor gave me a thorough checkup and said that there was nothing wrong.

But for some reason, I just couldn’t wake up.

My mind was clear, and I desperately tried to open my eyes. But for a moment, it seemed like this body was beyond my control.

Then, I felt a sudden rush of panic as I struggled to open my eyes.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t snap out of it.

It was like I was having sleep paralysis.

“No problems at all? Then why isn’t she waking up?” Michael nervously asked the doctor.

“Perhaps she’s just exhausted. Let’s keep an eye on her a bit longer,” the doctor suggested.

“Steve!” I panicked, calling out Steven’s name.

Why was I unable to wake up?

“Steve…”

Then, I recalled meeting Steven at the orphanage when I was young.

Steven ended up getting locked up by Mr. Hanks because he stood up for me and fought the boy who was bullying me.

But as for what happened next, I couldn’t recall.

My memories were scattered. And among the fragments, the only clear memory I could recall was the first time I met Steven.

Even from the photo at Carol’s house, it was clear that Steven and I had met when we were around eight or nine years old, and our bond remained strong throughout adolescence.

Why did I specifically forget about everything related to the orphanage, including Steven and Simeon, after the car crash?

“Steve…” I kept shouting Steven’s name.

Then, there was a voice in my mind that said, “Steven has always been waiting for you.”

“Steve!” Maybe because I was eager to wake up, I suddenly felt like I broke free from some restraint and opened my eyes wide.

“Stephie…” Michael was the first to rush up, looking panicked as he called my name.

However, I ignored him and tried to bolt from the bed.

Steven was waiting for me.

“Stephie.” Rachel returned with the test results just as I was trying to make a run for it.

“Stephie?” She tried to chase after me.

But in my panic, I simply dashed out of the hospital and hailed a cab back to the Lincoln residence to see Steven.

I wasn’t sure why I wanted to see him so badly.

And now that I realized I’d lost some memories, they were gradually coming back to me.