Chapter 177

“Michael abducted me, threatened my husband, and assaulted him…” I told the truth in a

low voice.

Michael’s gaze deepened as he stared at me and sneered. “I abducted you? Where’s your proof? Officer, I’m willing to cooperate with your investigation.”

Then, before he left with the cops, Michael took another glance at me.

“You’ll regret this, Stephany,” he said.

Michael was certain that Steven would kill me one day. And when the time came, I would regret not having believed him.

“Stephie…” Steven came to me with a pale expression. He leaned on me and rested his chin on my shoulder, as if he was drained of all strength. “It hurts.”

My body tensed up slightly as I softly asked, “Did you inform the police before you came?

“Uh huh,” Steven admitted that he had asked someone to call the cops.

Apparently, Steven wasn’t stupid at all.

Michael had met his match this time.

“Mr. Lincoln was worried about you,” Ewan respectfully said.

I stared at Ewan with a complicated expression.

what connections he, Howard,

working for

pulled my hand, trying

stood

me with a bewildered look, seeming

courtyard?” I stared at Steven and asked in a

suspicions, I’d rather lay all the cards on the table.

a long while before saying, “He’s Simmie.

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years old. Survivor of that

adjacent to the room

many children had died. But

tell his age. All knew was that he was tall and slender–just

not the murderer…” Steven explained in a soft

turned around and looked at Zion, puzzled.

gues out of the house because his body’s in bad shape from the burns. He lives with his elder sister.

rubbed my temple, feeling a headache

remember it wrong?

the person who had spoken to me

Simmie?

murdered me had a red birthmark on his

house, right?” I asked

“That kid often sneaks into houses to steal because he

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