Revenge After Death



Carol had had it easy all these years-hiding her identity, planning everything, and thinking that she had gradually managed to push Genome Society into a corner.

She was starting to get a little full of herself.

She couldn't even tell who her true enemy was, nor did she know their abilities.

"If you don't talk to her, she might really end up causing her own downfall and dragging the Rebels down with her," I said, having an ominous feeling about it.

I had a feeling that things weren't as simple as it seemed. Genome Society had been planning for years, and they wouldn't be easily thrown off course.

Perhaps the exposure of the few laboratories was really just the mastermind trying to clean up their mess, and we had been used all along.

I even had a terrifying thought that the Rebels might just be something that was deliberately created and " nurtured" by Genome Society.

However, I had no evidence and dared not say anything that might cause panic and suspicion among

everyone. I anxiously looked toward Steven, wanting to find resonance from him. He was the only one who could understand me.

He glanced over and shook his head at me. He knew what I was thinking and fearing, signaling for me to keep quiet. At this point, we could only take one step at a time.

Joel brought us to what used to be the orphanage's hall. From there, he found a mechanism that opened the passage to a secret room. As we walked down, we arrived at the current base of the Rebels.

"Welcome to the Rebels." Carol had finally stopped pretending. She was laughing maniacally in a red dress. It was the same dress I had on when I was lying dead in the glass display. She truly was trying to compete with me in everything. I was not the reason she was dressed and dolled up so exquisitely today. Clearly, she was aiming for Steven.

I huffed as jealousy washed over me instantly. Carol was truly obsessive about him.

"You're really casually using what you've taken from others, aren't you?" I asked her coldly.

The Rebels was founded by my parents and Andy. The organization should have belonged to me after they passed away, but it had fallen into Carol's hands.

She smiled and said, "Whoever has the power gets to keep it. That's just how the world works, and it's the way of humanity."

She wanted to tell me that she was capable of taking everything away from me.

"The Rebels is just the beginning. I still want to take more from you,' Carol said, looking at me provocatively before landing her gaze on Steven.

She was hinting that she would take Steven away from me.

"You can try," I replied with a sneerBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I might not be confident about anything else, but I was more confident in his love for me than in myself.

Carol's gaze fell on Steven's leg. A pained look flashed in her eyes before it was replaced with something sinister. "She'll only hurt you"

He looked at her coldly before reaching out to pull me behind him. "I'll gladly let her do it."

Carol tightened her fists. Before she could continue, Joel interrupted her and said, "Oh, don't just stand there! Come and take a seat!"

After that, he told Ewan, "Go get a wheelchair, Dad."

Ewan looked at Steven and me meaningfully before turning away to get a wheelchair.

"You'd better not be too arrogant. You'll lose the entirety of the Rebels if Genome Society decides to come after you," I said, glaring angrily at Carol.

"Genome Society?" She laughed, overly confident. "They're in a mess right now, and they can barely keep themselves together. Do they really have the energy to come after us? Even if I bring the Rebels into the open, they can only watch us helplessly.