Chapter 61

Michael appeared expressionless, as cool as he usually was. Yasmin, on the other hand, seemed happy. She looked down at her abdomen, seemingly anticipating their child's birth. I scoffed sarcastically. How would Michael have dealt with my unborn child if I hadn't died? Would Michael have forced me to have an abortion, or would he have ended our child's life personally? Michael was capable of anything. He and Yasmin turned their gazes toward me simultaneously. Perhaps my laughter had caught their attention. Their eyes displayed a moment of surprise. Michael approached me with a pale face. "Stephie..." I frowned. Despite Stephany bearing a slight resemblance to me, it was unlikely for Michael to mistake her for me. "Who are you?" Michael took a step back dejectedly after staring at me for a long time. Clutching my fists, I whispered while walking past Michael, "Crazy people." "Michael, she's not Stephie. You've mistaken her..." Yasmin feigned sadness and held Michael's arm.