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.

Ignatius. They would stop at nothing to prevent Steven from

muttered, unable to find words to describe James‘

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

in this state, did it really not hurt?

He wasn’t devoid of

on his feet, I tended to the wounds on

family thought they could trap him by

so, they completely destroyed a genius.

me

first aid kit, and looked up at

dead?” He

I was a little

It

Steven

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took me a long time to regain my

1 remembered this wasn’t the first

was joking. But this time, I felt