Chapter 662

My head hurt so much. My reflection in the mirror did look unusually pale, as if I was just recovering from an illness. Scenes flashed through my mind—killer, rainy night, getting abducted by the killer, glass cabinet. "Yes. I was abducted…" "Stephie?" My head hurt so bad. I subconsciously reached to touch my neck. For some reason, I felt that there should be a scar there, but nothing was there on my smooth neck. What exactly was going on with me? "The funeral for the sir and madam is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Ford. Everything has been arranged," the butler quietly said. I stared at Michael in shock. His eyes reddened as he replied, "My dad… had cancer. He passed away in the sanatorium a while ago. My mom was overwhelmed with grief and was met with a car accident." I continued to look at him, slow to process his words. He lost both his parents in just a few days. Even though Michael lost both his parents, why couldn't I feel much sadness from him? Wasn't he upse