Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228 

“Steven?” I called out Steven’s name softly. I was worried that I was mistaken. 

Steven’s body visibly stiffened at that moment. His back was facing me. I couldn’t see the 

expression on his face, but his silhouette from the back looked dark and intimidating. 

He dropped the bat in his hand and turned around to face me. His eyes were wet with tears 

as he said, “Stephie… I’m so scared. This man was following me, and he even tried to hit 

me… 

After saying that, Steven suddenly dropped into a crouch on the ground in a panic. His face. 

was stained with the stranger’s blood. His expression looked innocent and pitiful. 

My heart skipped a beat at the sight. I told myself that everything I saw just now must have 

been my imagination. 

The bloody man lying on the floor must have provoked Steven. That was probably what 

caused Steven to lose control of himself and retaliate violently. 

“Don’t be scared. It’s alright…” I said as I hurriedly ran over to hug him. 

The man who had just fallen down the stairs looked shocked. He had an incredulous look 

on his face as he stared at Steven. It looked as if he had just seen a monster. The man got 

up and tried to run away. 

When the nurse couldn’t find Steven, she pushed open the emergency door and saw the 

man covered in blood. “What’s going on?” 

Steven glanced back and shot the bloody man a look. The man began to panic and said, “I fell down the stairs just now. I injured myself.” 

After saying that, the man pushed the nurse aside and ran away. 

The nurse did not pay the man much attention. Instead, she looked at Steven and said, ” You need to get some IV fluids in you. Why’d you run off?” 

Steven hugged me and looked at me with aggrieved eyes. “Stephie, I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m really scared. Please don’t leave me.” 

Steven trembled in my arms. I hugged him tighter, feeling guilty. “I’m not going to leave 

you. Mr. Bart will be here very soon. I’ll get him to go to the pharmacy instead. I’ll stay with 

you. 

Steven nodded obediently. “Good. Stephie, you have to stay with me forever. Don’t leave 

me ever again.” 

I nodded. “I won’t.” 

After I managed to coax Steven back to the ward, I went to wash a towel in the bathroom 

for him. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard Steven whispering to the nurse, 

He seemed to be in a rather good mood. He was on his best behavior and even smiled at 

the nurse. “Miss, you’re so gentle,” he said. 

The nurse almost lost herself in his praise. “Who knew a handsome young lad like you would be this good at flattering women?” 

“Could you please tell my wife that I can’t get out of bed because of my wound? Tell her 

that she has to take good care of me,” Steven asked in a polite tone. 

The nurse was delighted by how sweet of a talker Steven was and nodded earnestly. “No 

problem.” 

Then, the nurse turned to me and said, “The patient’s wound has just been stitched up. He 

shouldn’t get out of bed or move around too much these couple of days.” 

I still hadn’t figured out what Steven was up to at this moment. 

When Ewan finally dropped by with the glucose solution from the pharmacy, he brought along some chicken soup and a honeycomb cake. Steven began to urge him to leave. 

quickly. 

“Mr. Bart, I think you can head home now,” Steven said. 

“Sir, your health is my top priority now,” Ewan said with concern. 

Steven replied, “Well, I think family reunions are more important than I am. I don’t want to take up your personal time with family, Mr. Bart.” 

Ewan glanced at Steven for a moment and was reminded that his boss didn’t have his real family with him. 

The only reason Steven had become Ignatius‘ confidant was because he was an orphan. Steven had no family background, no ambition, and no family. 

Ewan glanced over at me awkwardly and said, “Well, then I suppose I’ll take my leave now. Mrs. Lincoln, thank you for looking after him.” 

Steven nodded obediently. “Good. Stephle, you have to stay with me forever. Don’t leave. me ever again,” 

I nodded. “I won’t.” 

After I managed to coax Steven back to the ward, I went to wash a towel in the bathroom 

for him. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard Steven whispering to the nurse. 

He seemed to be in a rather good mood. He was on his best behavior and even smiled at the nurse. “Miss, you’re so gentle,” he said. 

The nurse almost lost herself in his praise. “Who knew a handsome young lad like you. would be this good at flattering women?” 

“Could you please tell my wife that I can’t get out of bed because of my wound? Tell her that she has to take good care of me,” Steven asked in a polite tone. 

The nurse was delighted by how sweet of a talker Steven was and nodded earnestly. “No problem.” 

Then, the nurse turned to me and said, “The patient’s wound has just been stitched up. He shouldn’t get out of bed or move around too much these couple of days.”