Chapter 192: Chapter 192

“She’s Stephie, right?” Rachel stood nearby as she watched me hail a cab.

Zion followed her out and let out a sigh of relief. “Forget about it. The doctor said that she and the baby are fine.”

Rachel lowered her gaze as her eyes turned red. “If she truly is Stephie, will she be upset with me for not recognizing her at first?”

Zion sighed and glanced at the deeply troubled Michael. “Man, I swear you two are both going crazy.”

Rachel lowered her head and tightly clenched her hands. “Is there a chance that the science we’ve been learning can’t explain certain things?”

Just then, Zion’s phone rang, so he stepped aside to answer it.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Michael said hoarsely as he approached me.

I was struggling to hail a cab, but I ignored Michael.

At that moment, all I wanted was to return to the Lincoln residence to meet and apologize to Steven.

It seemed like I had truly forgotten about him. But I was putting in a lot of effort to recall and bring back all our shared memories.

Then, Michael grabbed my wrist as I tried to flee. “Hey, Stephany, calm down!”

“Get lost!” I forcefully pushed away Michael’s arm, my eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

Michael stood frozen in place and stared at me for a long time.

“Stephie…” he called out to me after I finally managed to hail a cab and was about to get 1. in.

“Stephie… Is that you?” Michael hurried over, tapping on the car door.

I gave the driver a cold glance. “Let’s go.”

Michael trailed behind the car for a few steps before desolately standing in place.

He shouted, “Stephanie! Come back, please, I’m begging you.

“Stop it. Who do you think you’re fooling? You seriously think she’s like some character from a novel who gets reincarnated? You’re out of your mind!

“Let me make it clear–Stephanie’s gone, and you’re the one who killed her! And child too.” Rachel continued to provoke him, “Why don’t you just go die?”

Your “You think I haven’t tried to die?” Michael shouted at Rachel, his voice trembling.

I glanced at them in the rearview mirror until their voices grew distant.

Late affection was worthless. I didn’t care about Michael’s remorse now..

When the cab arrived at the Lincoln residence, I hastily got out of the car and searched everywhere for Steven.

“Steve…” I called.

“Is Steven back yet?” I nervously asked Angel and grabbed her arm.

Angel shook her head. “Mr. Lincoln won’t be back tonight.”

Suddenly, I felt a bit anxious.

Did I upset him by not eating the cupcake today?

“Mr. Bart, where’s Steve? I want to see him.” I called Ewan. He must know.

Ewan remained silent for a moment before speaking up, “Mrs. Lincoln, you should rest early. Let Mr.

Lincoln have some time alone today.”

“I want to see him!” I stated firmly. I wanted to see him.

There was always a voice in my mind urging me, saying, “Go see him. He’s been waiting for for so long.”

you “Okay, I’ll head over to pick you up from the Lincoln residence,” Ewan responded.

After waiting at the door for 20 minutes, Ewan finally showed Now, I finally understood what it felt like to wait for someone.

1. up.

While waiting, people’s emotions would be greatly amplified. And they would feel anxious, panicked, and fearful.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the first time I ran into Steve back when we were just kids.

Our connection wasn’t so simple. Otherwise, Simeon wouldn’t be so insanely jealous of 1. me.

“Hey Ewan, where’d Steve go?” I couldn’t wait to find out as soon as I got into the car.

“Mr. Lincoln has his own secret spot. He managed to buy a house with the money he’d been accumulating since he joined the advanced classes scholarships, cash prizes, bonuses from Mr.

Andy, and his own earnings.

“He says the Lincoln residence isn’t where he belongs and wants to have his own place, It’s a promise he made to his sweetheart,” Ewan explained.

“Did he go there to avoid me?” 1 felt a bit nervous.

“No…” Ewan hesitated, taking a moment before he continued, “Mr. Lincoln not only has a tendency to self–harm, but also a tendency toward suicide.

“After Ms. Carlson passed away, he attempted suicide mutiple times. Later… when you showed up, we all thought you were his chance at improvement, his salvation.”

My heart felt like it was being stabbed, and hard at that.

“He mentioned that if he could start anew, he wanted to return to where they first met.

“He’s scared that if he hurts himself again, it’ll freak you out. So, he’s hiding in a spot he thinks is safe.”