Chapter 221: Chapter 221

“He ran away?” I asked with furrowed brows. I had no idea what Michael was up to now.

“Did he come looking for you?” Rachel asked.

“No, I’m currently…” I was staying in a villa Steven had rented. There was no way Michael could find his way here. I began to wonder if he had gone to the Lincoln residence instead.

“Could he have gone to the Lincoln residence?” I asked. I sat up suddenly and got out of bed to put my shoes on.

“He’d better not drop dead at the Lincoln residence’s doorstep. He’ll bring nothing but bad- luck.”

After hanging up the call, Rachel and I rushed to the Lincoln residence.

Sure enough, we saw Michael at the Lincoln residence’s entrance. He could barely stand at this point.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just stay in the hospital and recover from his injuries properly? Why did he want to see me so desperately?

Michael’s face was pale and devoid of all color. By the time he saw me, he could no longer stand on his own and had to lean against the wall for support. “Stephie….

Did he just call me Stephie again?

This psycho was looking for my past self again.

I furrowed my brows and said, “Michael Ford, don’t you dare die on my doorstep.”

Michael struggled to walk toward me. Suddenly, he hugged me tightly and said, “Oh, Stephie. I’m so sorry.”

I pushed him away, acting as if he had just electrocuted me. I glared at him angrily and asked, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Michael couldn’t remain steady on his feet, so he fell to the ground. The wound on his abdomen started bleeding again. The blood soaked through his shirt.

“I… shouldn’t have doubted you,” he said. He seemed convinced that I was Stephanie Carlson. I figured he was probably the same as Steven. These men were turning to me to console themselves.

“You’ve got the wrong person,” I said in a deep voice.

“I know you’re Stephie. When I was dying, I saw Stephanie,” Michael said softly. He sounded as if he had gone mad.

I was taken aback to hear that. I suddenly panicked and asked, “What are you saying?”

Who did he say he saw?

“Stephany…” Michael murmured in disbelief. Everything that happened felt like a dream to him.

However, Michael firmly believed that the dream he had was real.

He believed that Stephanie hadn’t died and that her soul had reincarnated into Stephany’s body.

I took a deep breath and glanced around subconsciously.

“It might’ve just been a dream, but at least let me do something to make it up to you…

Michael’s voice was hoarse when he spoke.

Regardless of whether I was Stephanie or not, it was clear that Michael wanted to make up for his guilt toward her through me.

I had to admit that his behavior irked me.

“Stephie, please believe me. I can offer you whatever Steven can as well,” Michael said.

His gaze b burned into me. He then reached out to me anxiously. “Stephie, will you please come back to me? If you still insist on using Steven… you can use me the same way too.”

It sounded as if he was begging for me to use him.

I sneered and took a step back from him.

I had been completely devoted to Michael once upon a time. I was willing to give him all of me, but he had avoided me like the plague. Yet at this moment, he was begging a woman who resembled my deceased self to use him.

E 3 I O He was doing all this just so he could make up for his guilt toward me. He was truly despicable.

“Michael Ford, you’re such a bastard,” I said in a deep voice. Then, I looked over at Rachel, who had rushed over with Zion. I said to them, “I think he should be admitted to an asylum for mistaking me for Stephanie Carlson.”