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.

said “they,” he meant James and Ignatius. They would stop at nothing to prevent Steven from escaping, to ensure that Steven stayed and carried on the Lincoln family’s bloodline. It was truly despicable.

I muttered, unable to find words to describe James‘ cruelty and dark

1

gently washed the wounds, looking up

sensation. Even in

head. He wasn’t devoid of

wounds on his feet, I tended

people of the Lincoln family thought they could trap him by

they completely destroyed a genius.

Steven looked at me

the first

him dead?” He looked

I was a little confused.

It

Steven replied.

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me a long

want him dead? 1 remembered this wasn’t the first

was joking. But this time, I