Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 

I remained silent. But up until this moment, I 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, I 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.” I nodded. I had to agree with him at this moment. 

“Steven Lincoln, it’s such a shame that 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, I 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.” 

I 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 same playing field. 

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

I 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, I 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. 

Chapter 227 

I remained silent. But up until this moment, I 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, I 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.” I nodded. I had to agree with him at this moment. 

“Steven Lincoln, it’s such a shame that 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, I 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.” 

I 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 same playing field. 

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

I 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, I 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 

I 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 some IV 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. 

I nodded earnestly in reply. 

Steven pressed himself against me and sobbed softly. 

“It hurts a lot, huh?” I 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 some 

glucose solution to drink. Can you go get it from the pharmacy? He can have a bit of that 

first, the doctor instructed me. 

I nodded and quickly got up. “Alright, wait for me here. I’m going to go buy it for you.” 

Steven nodded. 

I ran out of the doctor’s room and had almost reached the pharmacy on the first floor when 

I realized I had left my phone behind in my haste.