Revenge After Death

Chapter 229

Steven looked at me innocently as he said, “Stephie… my hand hurts.”

He had cleverly had the nurse stick the IV drip needle into his less–injured hand, then told me that his hand hurt.

This meant that I would have to wait on him. I even had to help him undo his pants when

he went to the bathroom.

Suddenly, I understood what Michael meant when he commented on Steven’s exceptional acting skills.

Steven’s eyes turned red–rimmed as he said, “Stephie… you’re my wife.”

“Stop it!” I exclaimed, trying to harden my resolve. He had only gotten injured because he saved me, after all. The doctor wouldn’t let him get out of bed, so I had no choice but to

take care of him.

I grabbed the overnight toiletries the nurse had brought for me. With a blush on my face, I pulled the privacy curtain closed and reached out. “Do it yourself,” I said.

“But my hand hurts…”

I gritted my teeth at that. “Steven Lincoln, don’t push things too far.”

Steven merely looked up at me innocently.

as I helped him

heard him say, “Stephie, I don’t need to pee

really wanted to kill him now.

what you’ve done! I’m swelling

was rendered speechless for a moment.

I exclaimed.

ten

edge of the

at that moment. Suddenly, he spotted an unexpected visitor

around us like a vengeful

that Michael was staying in the ward right next door. They both had

and pulled up his shirt to show me his wound. “Look, Stephie.

from whining, so I reluctantly got up from

hurt anymore at this moment. He went ahead and pressed my head

had ulterior motives

at the door. His gaze darkened as he glared at Steven.

was obvious

with his eyes.

straightened up and turned to see Michael.

out

Ford, you’ve recovered rather quickly. How are you already

he was still already out of bed. So why couldn’t Steven, who only had external