Chapter 967

Stefan was a little dazed. He touched his chest subconsciously and thought, 'It seems… my heart is still there. It's still beating.'

"Damn. What happened?" Stefan had a terrible headache. He couldn't see and didn't know where he was.

Suddenly, he heard Francine's miserable cries. "It's Stef. It's really Stef. He's back! Oh, thank God!"

Francine hugged him so tightly she almost crushed him.

"Mom?" Stefan frowned slightly and called out, feeling unsure.

"Son! I'm right here. You've suffered so much, my poor boy!" Francine said agitatedly. During the days of Stefan's disappearance, Francine cried all day and night. She seemed to have aged ten years from crying so much.

"Son, where the hell have you been all this time? We searched the whole of Beach City but couldn't find you. Are you okay? Who had the audacity to do this to you? We must take revenge. Our family…" Francine started heatedly, but was soon interrupted by Stefan.

"Mom, where am I now?"

"Silly boy, where do you think?