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.”

Dr. Jones out and asked him to treat

lost your mind? If you have, you should

asylum.”

as he watched us. He was smiling

that made

Chapter 245

lesson. He didn’t call me “Stephie” today. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you. I

used to him suddenly being such a gentleman. I huffed and looked away; I didn’t know what he was trying to do.

sorry,” Michael apologized again before

feeling that something was

corner, I followed them secretly. Then, I

“Did you manage

might be correct,” Peter

should I do?”

self–consciousness. After being aggravated,

she didn’t want

With some mental

rest of the sentence. I frowned. I knew that Peter

anything good.

Lincoln,” Ewan suddenly said from behind me. “The car’s

him. “Did you see the guy with

and he says that he’s a

Huma, and he’s considered the voice of authority in

treat Mr. Lincoln.”

didn’t work?” I

fine,” Ewan said. “Lguess that’s what all voices of authority are