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 me.”

mind? If you

asylum.”

anything as he watched us. He was smiling gently, but there was

about it that made my skin crawl.

Chapter 245

today. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you. I mistook you for Stephanie Carlson because

huffed and looked away; I

really sorry,” Michael apologized again before leaving with Peter.

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

corner, I followed them secretly. Then, I heard Michael

“Did you manage to

be correct,” Peter answered.

what should

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

didn’t want to recall as a way of protecting

mental cues,

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

anything good.

suddenly said from behind me.

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

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

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

to treat

work?” I subconsciously

Mr. Lincoln is fine,” Ewan said. “Lguess that’s what