Revenge After Death

Chapter 248

I ignored Michael and turned to focus on the middle–aged man. When I laid eyes on him, my heart clenched. He seemed so, so familiar…

Who was he?

I tried my damnedest to recall who he was, but nothing came to me. When he saw me, he approached me with a smile. I was instinctively repulsed by him and wanted to get up to leave.

He looked at me appraisingly, seemingly seeing right through me. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Larson. My name’s Peter Jones, and I’m a psychiatrist.”

I was taken aback. A psychiatrist?

“I’m Wendell Carlson’s classmate from elementary school. We grew up together, and we’re the best of friends.” He seemed to be saying these things for my benefit. He was telling me that he and my father weren’t just acquaintances.

I stared at him in shock. Wendell Carlson was Stephanie Carlson’s father.

“Stephanie was sick as a child, and I was the one who was in charge of treating her,”

Peter continued with a smile. Despite being a middle–aged man, there was

something about him that made him stand out.

Michael stood beside him, looking like he was closely watching my every move. It pissed me off. Their appraising gazes made me feel like they were watching a lab rat

in a cage.

“Is it any of my business whose friend or doctor you are?” I frowned.

Peter smiled. “Sorry, I’ve overstepped my boundaries.”

mother sought Dr. Jones out and asked him to treat me.”

really lost your mind? If you have, you should go to an

asylum.”

he watched us. He was smiling gently,

about it that made my

Chapter 245

the trouble I’ve caused you. I mistook

to him suddenly being such a gentleman. I huffed and looked

Michael apologized again before leaving with Peter.

of character that I couldn’t help feeling that something was wrong. My sixth sense told me that something was amiss.

they turned the corner, I followed them secretly. Then, I heard Michael

manage

might be correct,” Peter answered.

should I do?”

After being

that she didn’t want to recall as a way of protecting

With some mental cues,

the rest of the sentence. I frowned. I knew that Peter wasn’t up

anything good.

suddenly said from behind

him. “Did you see the guy

name is Peter Jones, and he says that he’s a

considered the voice of authority in the industry. Mr. Lincoln Senior

treat Mr. Lincoln.”

work?” I subconsciously

“Lguess that’s what