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.”

explained, “My mother sought Dr. Jones out and asked him to treat me.”

sneered. “What, have you really lost your mind? If

asylum.”

watched us. He was smiling gently, but

about it that made my skin

Chapter 245

me “Stephie” today. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you. I mistook you for Stephanie

a gentleman. I huffed and looked away; I didn’t know what he

again before

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

followed them

you manage to catch

guess might be correct,” Peter

what should I do?”

After being aggravated, she

seal certain memories that she didn’t want to recall

With some mental cues,

I frowned. I

anything good.

from behind me. “The car’s

made me jump. I turned to look at him. “Did you see the guy with

Jones, and he says that he’s

calmly. “I know him. He’s the best psychiatrist in Huma, and he’s considered the voice of

treat Mr. Lincoln.”

I

“Lguess that’s what all voices of authority are