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.

find words to describe James‘ cruelty and

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hurt?” I gently washed the wounds, looking up to ask Steven.

nerve sensation. Even in this state, did it

devoid of sensation.

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

could trap him by

so, they completely destroyed a

at me

I tidied up the first aid kit, and looked up at him.

him dead?” He looked

was

It

Ford.” Steven

Chapter 92

Steven in shock, It took me a long time to

wasn’t the first time Steven had

he was joking. But this time, I felt a strong sense of murderous intent.