Revenge After Death

Chapter 181

I understood that Aunty Lois was planning to ruin Steven in the same manner as we did

Michael.

I took a deep breath and got up from the couch. I wanted to ask Steven about the animal

abuse.

However, when I turned around, Steven was already sitting on the stairs. He gazed at me with reddened eyes, as if he were deeply aggrieved.

“Stephie…” Steven said softly, “Don’t settle it in private.”

“Michael won’t go down so easily. He’ll definitely fight back. In the worst–case scenario, he’ll only be detained for 15 days,” I told Steven.

Despite its significant impact on the Ford Group, this incident wouldn’t result in severe punishment for Michael.

“Detained for 15 days…” Steven seemed rather excited about it.

As long as Michael faced the music, he would be happy as a lark.

“Do you think the Ford family would just sit back and watch?” I sighed and sat next to Steven. “You don’t want to mess with The Ford family, especially Aun-

“Especially Mrs. Ford. It’s not the 15–day detainment that concerns them, it’s the impact of this incident on the company.”

Steven wrapped his arms around his legs and hunched over them with a pitiful expression. He looked like a huge abandoned dog.

a complicated gaze before saying, “When you… have an episode, do you abuse

was startled as he looked back at me in silence. I noticed that his eyes were somewhat emotional

aggrieved? Depressed?

of

do you explain this photo?” I showed him the photo that

to me.

at the photo and looked up at me. “If I say no, will Stephie believe me?”

believe him when the proof was right there in front of me. And I was also aware that he was incapable of controlling himself during his

attack you for your mental illness and blow it out of proportion…” I lowered my head, dreading how

lucky for him, he seldom checked his phone. Otherwise, he

was a post published the year before, and the title was about paying attention

article discussed the common occurrence of animal abuse among the homeless population and had a

1. it.

written by a journalist, and nearly reduced the homeless

millions of views when it went viral that year.

didn’t know how Steven went through it.

could be a double–edged sword.

trust me, do you?” Steven’s voice was hoarse, as if he

searching my eyes for a sense of trust. However, upon

Then, with tears streaming

out and held his

to be very sensitive

ignored me and ran off to the