Revenge After Death

Chapter 166

“Rest assured, they’re just nobodies to the Lincoln family,” Ewan replied in an indifferent tone.

Meanwhile, Steven was still holding my hand, feeling upset. Then, he deliberately showed me the cut that he got while smashing the glass. “Stephie… It hurts.”

1 took a glance at the wound on his hand.

It was bleeding, but it wasn’t as serious as the wounds he’d inflicted on himself the last.

time.

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” I said.

Then, I led Steven to the couch and sat him down before carefully tending to his wounds.

But suddenly, Steven leaned in close to me and sniffed.

At the next moment, a menacing glint appeared in his eyes for a brief moment before quickly disappearing. “Stephie… You met up with Michael.”

I stared at Steven in disbelief.

How did he know that?

“You got his smell–bad small.” Steven frowned.

I sniffed myself and glanced at him.

of a

suddenly pressed my head

struggled to push him away, aware that Ewan and the others were still present with us. However, Ewan nonchalantly turned around and led everyone out of the room.

push Steven away. But after failing to, I found

more like a punishment

“I called his name, getting a little

was wrong

still unable to push him

lifted me up and headed upstairs despite his

cried again. But for fear of falling, I dared not struggle too much. “I just happened to bump into him on the street. It’s

Steven, but his mood remained gloomy.

emotional and sometimes unpredictable, but… he was really

asked, worrying that he might lose control if I somehow

meant that you’d never know when you might end

simply ignored me and carried me into the room.

started to take off my clothes in

1 struggled, impulsively slapping him on the face in the process.

Steven stared at me, looking aggrieved. Then, he tightly hugged me again, saving. “Stephie… you’re mine, mine…”

the blood from

some reason, Steven’s quivering and pleading

to hold him and coo him, telling me that

and clutched me as tight as he could. He then apologized, mumbling, “I’m sorry, Stephie… It’s all my fault. They locked me up, so you went to look for me, didn’t you? But you couldn’t find me anywhere… So, you’re

locked in the asylum for one and a half

die… They deserve to die!” Steven cried.