Revenge After Death

Chapter 312

If protecting me was his instinct, would he become more lucid if I harmed myself?

“Stephanie Michael looked at me in panic, urgently calling for Angel to bring me the medical kit.

I frantically pushed Michael away and picked up the glass shard from the floor. ‘Steven! Let’s go home!”

Just as I was about to stab my neck with the glass shard, Steven’s hand suddenly lifted and grabbed the bloodied glass from my hand.

“Psycho! Both of them are psychos… Yasmin retreated in fear and fell down to the ground, fainting from

the shock

Her forehead was bleeding

Only then did I realize I had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the glass.

“Ms. Bailey” the butler exclaimed.

Michael didn’t have time to think about it. He rushed over to check on Yasmin’s condition.

I didn’t care whether Yasmin lived or died. My hands trembled as I held Steven’s face, my forehead pressed against his, speaking softly, “Steven, let’s go home…”

Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stared at Steven and me with cold eyes. Then, he laughed maniacally.

Outside the courtyard, a car screeched to a halt. Zion, Rachel, and Eason had arrived.

Eason saw Steven and me with blood on our hands and angrily pulled out a document. “Jake has dropped the charge. Steven only got violent because he was provoked!

actions. He’s still

sigh of relief. They were

had sent Zion a distress message when

to come to help Steven…

panic, looking at my

at her and shook

had finally… won for

arrogantly took Steven away, our helpers

at me coldly, his smile still playing on his lips as if to tell

for a moment.

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kinds

seems you’re the one who needs mental treatment. Who allowed you

his mouth, laughing coldly. “If you think the use of

gritted his teeth. “Of

laughed and left confidently.

his actions and

I took Steven’s

looked dazed but obediently followed

as he rushed to the hospital, but he anxiously shouted my name, hoping I wouldn’t leave

just use her head to break the glass, “I

as he got in the

looked at Eason with a headache, tolerating him only because he had just punched Peter. But he had gone too far. While Steven was

you, genius. You’re so handsome. Let me, your master, touch you a bit,” Eason muttered.

the car as Steven fiercely bit Eason’s hand,

gone mad.