Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317 

“Stephie… 

When Steven woke up, his face was as pale as a corpse. 

“Stephie!” Steven sat up in a panic, reaching to pull out the IV nece in his hand. 

“Steven, are you crazy?” Eason stopped Steven and yelled angrily, “Hold still!” 

Eason’s fingers were wrapped in gauze. He was badly bitten by Steven in the car earlier. 

“Get lost!” Steven pushed Eason away, forcefully pulling out the IV needle and rushing out of the ward. 

“Steven, stop being so crazy!” Eason pushed Steven hard. 

Steven glared at Eason angrily. “You promised… that you would protect her for me. That’s why I agreed to 

your plan!” 

Steven’s voice was trembling as he grabbed Eason’s collar and punched him in the face with a bloodied 

fist. 

But now? Stephie and his child were gone… 

Eason fell to the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth. He felt a bit guilty. “This… was my fault. You 

suddenly ran out of the asylum, and I was caught off guard. I didn’t have time to prepare. 

“I didn’t expect Dax to lose control and go after you and Stephany just because Martin provoked him.. 

“You deserve to die too…” Steven’s emotions were out of control as he grabbed Eason’s collar and 

punched him again. 

Eason was also frustrated. “You’re the one who wanted to prove your innocence. You almost died for 

Stephanie before. And now, you’re doing it all over again for a fake one… 

“Stop hitting me… I was wrong, okay? I owe you one for this… 

“Stop hitting my face!” 

I stood at the door, my fingers tingling. 

It was Eason who asked Steven to go into the asylum? 

What had Steven done for me all this time? 

“Steven…” I called out his name softly, my voice hoarse. 

Steven’s body stiffened. He looked up at me helplessly and lowered his head nervously. 

He wanted to run over and hug me, but he was afraid I would blame him. So, he lowered his head and dared not speak. 

I walked over. Ignoring Eason’s swollen face, I choked out the words, “Steven… hug me.” 

Steven’s eyes welled up with tears in an instant. He stood up and saw me with my arms open. He suddenly pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. 

Eason wanted to explain further, but he was stopped by Zion and Rachel. They each gave him a kick before dragging him out by the collar. 

The door of the ward closed. We listened to each other’s heartbeats in the enclosed and quiet 

environment. 

“Stephie… I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.” Steven blamed himself, holding my hand tightly. He hated himself. 

He hated himself for not protecting me. 

All accidents could not be fully predicted, and life was the same. Accidents happened. But we couldn’t let accidents stop us from moving forward.