Revenge After Death

Chapter 142

No ordinary human being could understand why Steven was 60 adamant about his perspectives.

“Is that kind–hearted doctor still in Huma?” I asked, still feeling concerned,

I distrusted Steven because he was too bloodthirsty at times. When I asked him if he’d killed a man before, he hesitated and didn’t answer me, which showed clear deflection on

his part.

Did Steven actually kill people before then? Was it connected to the orphanage serial killer case?

“The doctor is still in Huma.” Ewan nodded.

I sighed in relief. Investigating the matter would be far easier now, especially with eyewitnesses from that incident still present today.

“Let’s go back.” I was scared Steven would get hysterical again once he woke up.

Ewan nodded. “Mrs. Lincoln, I brought you over because I hope you’ll better understand Mr. Lincoln… Mr. Lincoln didn’t have fortunate beginnings. He needs unconditional love and care.”

I understood Ewan’s intention. He thought I’d be the one to save Steve. We were husband and wife now, after all.

never be Steven’s savior. Steven wanted love,

him.

kind to him and pray that Steven wain’t

after my visit today to the asylum, I was scared that Steven might’ve actually killed. someone before. I was

that he was the one behind them? Should

to the police?

going through Saint Sahns Asylum’s records and articles from the past on the way back. The whistleblower was a kind–hearted doctor

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the patients‘ sake.

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In the end, the doctor lost his leg

the doctor whether he regretted doing what he did and putting himself and his family at risk, the doctor replied that someone had to do it regardless. Someone had to bear that burden

we’re here.”

to a stop while I was still in the midst of reading those

shared their hellish experiences at Saint Sahn Asylum. They claimed that the asylum director had a thing for watching attractive people be tormented, and those doctors he hired

couldn’t imagine what someone as handsome as

was the kind of person who refused to yield and would continuously fight back. That would only agitate his tormentors and inflict more

already trembling from how tense I felt