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.”

out

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

asylum.”

us. He was

it that made my skin

Chapter 245

call me “Stephie” today. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you. I mistook you for Stephanie Carlson because of my

wasn’t used to him suddenly being such a gentleman. I huffed and looked

Michael apologized again before leaving with

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

I followed them secretly. Then, I heard Michael

you manage to

be

what should

a strong self–consciousness. After being aggravated, she would

memories that she didn’t want to

With some mental

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

anything good.

from behind me. “The car’s here.”

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

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

psychiatrist in Huma, and he’s considered the

to treat Mr.

I subconsciously asked.

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