Chapter 233

"Was it Simmy who gave it to you?" I asked softly, peering anxiously into Steven's eyes. Steven avoided my gaze and deflected, "Stephie… How's Grandma Rosie doing?" He was changing the subject. I always knew that there were too many secrets surrounding Steven. I had initially drawn close to him to unravel those very mysteries. Otherwise, Eason wouldn't have been so fixated on him. Yet, the deeper I delved into our connection, the more I realized that not only did Steven harbor numerous secrets, but my original host, Stephany Larson, did as well. To compound matters, I even began to question myself. What hidden truth lay buried within my lost memories? Why did Michael say that I had a psychological illness before? And what kind of illness was that? Was it a mere coincidence that I found myself reborn into Stephany's body? The more I pondered, the more terrifying the things seemed to me. I brought Steven back to his ward. The nurse scolded him severely and resealed the puncture