Revenge After Death

Chapter 92

Steven was very cautious, repeating not to lie to him.

I knew he hadn’t fully trusted me yet. He wouldn’t tell me now if I asked.

“Let’s go, time for bed.” I led Steven into his room, gave him his medicine, and changed the bandages. on his hands and feet.

As I unwrapped the gauze from his feet, the blood–soaked wounds were shocking.

I furrowed my brow, feeling tense. The sight of those wounds alone made me ache.

“How did

you get these?” I asked softly, carefully rinsing his wounds with saline solution, fearing they might worsen. “Starting tomorrow, you’ll be in a wheelchair and you’re not allowed to walk. Understand?”

Steven looked at me and nodded obediently. He behaved well when he wasn’t acting crazy, but when he did, I got scared.

“They wouldn’t let me escape. They intentionally made me step on burning coals…” Steven spoke softly, his voice hoarse, lacking much emotion.

He wasn’t afraid or terrified, but there was a sense of emotional emptiness about him.

would stop at nothing to prevent Steven from escaping, to ensure that Steven stayed and carried on the Lincoln

find words to describe James‘ cruelty and dark heart.

1

gently washed the wounds, looking up to

sensation. Even in this state, did it really not hurt?

wasn’t devoid

dealing with the wounds on his feet, I tended to the wounds on his

of the Lincoln family thought they could trap him

doing so, they

looked at me

the first aid kit, and looked up

He looked at me very seriously.

Who?” I was a little

It

Ford.” Steven replied.

Chapter 92

me a long time to

1 remembered this wasn’t the

this time, I felt a strong sense