Revenge After Death

Chapter 227 | remained silent. But up until this moment, | still chose to believe in Steven.

After all, it didn’t make sense for someone to risk their life to protect someone they didn’t care about.

“Stephie... it hurts so much. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t invited you out, | wouldn't have gotten injured. He's a bad guy.” Steven said while hugging me.

Then, he looked at Eason and warned me, “Don’t go out alone with him again, alright?” “Alright.” | nodded. | had to agree with him at this moment.

“Steven Lincoln, it's such a shthat you're not working as an actor...” Eason said through gritted teeth. He cursed, “Fucking lunatic!” Eason then kicked the trash can at the door out of frustration.

“Stephie, he’s being mean to me. Doctor, | think he’s suffering from mania,” Steven said plaintively.

The doctor frowned and looked at Eason. “Sir, you'll have to pay for damaging hospital property. If you have no other business here, please leave.” | was also starting to get annoyed with Eason. “Yeah. If there's nothing else, you may leave.” Eason opened his mouth, as if he had meant to say something. In the end, he could only point angrily at Steven and said, “Fine! Act your heart out seeing as you're so good at it. You might as well win an award at this point.” With that, Eason spun on his heel and left.

It was obvious that they weren't leveled on the splaying [ “Stephie... it hurts a lot,” Steven suddenly let out a fearful shriek and hugged me.

| looked at the doctor nervously and said, “Hey, Doc. Can you be a little gentler? He's really scared of pain.” The doctor pushed his glasses up and paused for a moment with the cotton ball still in his hand.

“Look, | haven't even touched him yet. Furthermore, didn’t the nurse already administer the anesthesia? He shouldn't be feeling any pain now,” he said.

| remained silent. But up until this moment, | still chose to believe in Steven.

After all, it didn’t make sense for someone to risk their life to protect someone they didn’t care about.

“Stephie... it hurts so much. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t invited you out, | wouldn't have gotten injured. He's a bad guy,” Steven said while hugging me.

Then, he looked at Eason and warned me, “Don’t go out alone with him again, alright?” “Alright.” | nodded. | had to agree with him at this moment.

“Steven Lincoln, it’s such a shthat you're not working as an actor...” Eason said through gritted teeth. He cursed, “Fucking lunatic!” Eason then kicked the trash can at the door out of frustration.

“Stephie, he’s being mean to me. Doctor, | think he’s suffering from mania, Steven said plaintively.

The doctor frowned and looked at Eason. “Sir, you'll have to pay for damaging hospital property. If you have no other business here, please leave.” | was also starting to get annoyed with Eason. “Yeah. If there's nothing else, you may leave.” Eason opened his mouth, as if he had meant to say something. In the end, he could only point angrily at Steven and said, “Fine! Act your heart out seeing as you're so good at it. You might as well win an award at this point.” With that, Eason spun on his heel and left.

It was obvious that they weren't leveled on the splaying field.

“Stephie... it hurts a lot,” Steven suddenly let out a fearful shriek and hugged me.

| looked at the doctor nervously and said, “Hey, Doc. Can you be a little gentler? He's really scared of pain.” The doctor pushed his glasses up and paused for a moment with the cotton ball still in his hand.

“Look, | haven't even touched him yet. Furthermore, didn’t the nurse already administer the anesthesia? He shouldn't be feeling any pain now,” he said.

The doctor hadn’t even touched him yet and Steven was already screaming bloody murder | smiled awkwardly and apologized to the doctor.

“Fortunately, the wound isn’t very deep. After he gets stitched up, he’ll need to get hooked up on sIV drips for a few days,” the doctor said while stitching Steven’s wound.

“Make sure his wound doesn’t make any contact with water for a while. Just wipe away the blood stains on his body,” he continued.

| nodded earnestly in reply.

Steven pressed himself againstand sobbed softly.

“It hurts a lot, huh?” | asked in a soft tone, feeling my heart ache for him.

Steven's eyes were red-rimmed. “Stephie, I'm really thirsty.” “You've lost a lot of blood. You can’t drink too much water at once. I'll give him sglucose solution to drink. Can you go get it from the pharmacy? He can have a bit of that first, the doctor instructed me.

| nodded and quickly got up. “Alright, wait forhere. I'm going to go buy it for you.” Steven nodded.

| ran out of the doctor's room and had almost reached the pharmacy on the first floor when | realized | had left my phone behind in my haste.

| hurried back to grab it, but there were too many people waiting to use the elevator. As such, | had to take the stairs through the emergency exit.

Steven was on the third floor. Just as | reached the second floor, | heard a loud thud followed by a terrified scream.

| paused for a moment, wondering if someone had fallen down the stairs.

Just as | was about to head upstairs to check, | saw Steven.

He was holding a bat and was walking down the steps with an indifferent expression on his face.

He was approaching the man who was lying bruised and battered on the ground. Then, Steven mercilessly struck the man with the bat.

Steven's expression was chillingly cold.

Due to the blood loss, his face was pale. His eyes looked as if had darkened significantly too

Please spare me! Mr. Lincoln Senior was the one who askedto keep a close eye on you and Ms.Larson .He wanted me to get rid of the baby growing in her womb. | haven't done anything yet, okay? | haven't even touched her! Please, letgo!” the man begged for mercy as he kneeled on the floor.

| stood frozen in shock. | couldn't believe that it was Steven.I thought my eyes must have deceived me. Steven had just been crying from the pain of getting stitches just moments ago.

“But you thought about laying a finger on her. That means you deserve to die,” Steven said.

Then, he raised the bat in his hand. His eyes were filled with cold, murderous intent.

| had a feeling that he was really going to kill that man.