Revenge After Death

Chapter 226

Steven always seemed to be able to accurately predict everything. It felt as if he was confidently weaving his own narrative most of the time.

I cried out of concern. I felt at a loss as I continued to press down on his wound.

Soon, the police rushed in and took the assailant away. The ambulance arrived promptly as

well.

Steven seemed to have anticipated that someone would get injured.

“Did you know beforehand that someone was going to hurt Stephany? Is that why you called the ambulance in advance?” Eason asked in an arrogant tone. He felt the situation was definitely more complex than it seemed.

Eason had acted very cautiously the entire time, so there was no way the assailant could have followed him. The only other plausible explanation was that Stephany had been targeted as soon as she left her house. The assailant had followed her all the way here.

“I called the ambulance for you, actually,” Steven replied in a low voice as he glared coldly

at Eason.

I watched as a hint of fear flashed in Eason’s prideful gaze. It was obvious that he was still

fearful of Steven.

“You called my wife over without my consent. If this happens again, I can guarantee that the one lying in the ambulance next will be you next,” Steven said.

press down on his wound. He covered my ears with his hands and began to curse at Eason coldly.

ears, I could still hear him cursing Eason out.

were rather vulgar.

that Eason was having a hard time in the ambulance. If it weren’t for the police officers holding him back, he

back. I could tell that he was still afraid of Steven, yet he kept shouting, “Stop holding me back! I have to kill this

officer holding him back

Eason ended up quieting down. He gritted his teeth and sunk further into his chair. Then, he said

my wound feels alright. It’s not that deep. Look, I’ve practically stopped bleeding,” Steven

the injured

in. Mr. Lincoln Senior is getting desperate. He’ll

if it was just because he didn’t want me to

and stable. He felt a little strange, but

way. He should have been a strategist from the

Lincolns get up to these days? So many people want to hurt you guys, after all,” Eason muttered

this time.

be a next time,” Steven warned Eason in a low voice as

was Eason’s old name. Steven didn’t seem to like calling him

frowned and felt

at Steven subconsciously. The way he had just threatened

look really

reverting back to his usual self in the next second. He looked at me with pitiful eyes and hugged me. “Stephie,

me?”