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.

when he 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

muttered, unable to find words to describe James‘ cruelty

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I gently washed the wounds, looking up to ask

seemed to have no nerve sensation. Even in this state, did it really

wasn’t devoid of

wounds on his feet, I tended to the wounds on his hands.

could trap

doing so, they completely destroyed

Steven looked at me and called my

first aid kit, and looked up at

want him dead?” He looked at

I was

It

Steven

Chapter 92

shock, It took me

dead? 1 remembered this wasn’t the first time

this time, I felt a strong