Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318 

Steven paused, then looked at Ewan who had been standing at the door. 

Stephie, let Ewan do it.” 

I paused. I wondered if Ewan could handle it alone. 

“Trust Ewan. He’s a professional,” Steven whispered, tightening his grip around me. 

“Let him handle it…” 

I glanced at Ewan, who nodded at me apologetically. 

He must have felt bad for not protecting me on behalf of Steven. 

“Sir, Mrs. Lincoln, don’t worry. I’ll take care of the charity banquet.” 

He remained outside, but I could see the injuries on his face and arm. 

Since Steven was admitted to the asylum, Ewan had become exceptionally busy. 

I didn’t know what Ewan had been up to, but it felt… as if he and Steven were hiding a lot from me. 

I wondered if Dax was right about how Steven had been scheming against the Lincoln family the entire 

time. 

Could that be true? 

“This is the only chance that we’ll ever get anytime soon.” 

I looked at Ewan again. I needed assurance that he could complete the task. 

Ewan nodded. 

“Roger that.” 

I sighed in relief after seeing Ewan’s confidence. 

“Good…” 

“Go lie down in bed and stop walking around. And you! Why did you remove the IV drip?” 

The nurse walked in and got angry when she saw the dried blood on Steven’s hand. 

“You’re an adult. Don’t you know to call for a nurse to remove the needle for you?” 

The nurse lectured Steven. Meanwhile, Steven held me tightly and refused to let go. 

“Be good… It’s time for your injection,” I coaxed him softly. 

“No…” Steven choked up, but he insisted. He looked guilty. 

“Why don’t I accompany you?” 

coaxed Steven to lie down and sat beside him. 

After the nurse was done, Steven pulled me into his arms. 

He hugged me in silence, and I remained silent in his embrace. I felt tears fall on my forehead. He was 

crying. 

“Stever….” I silently called out to him, only to look up and find him asleep. 

He could only remain conscious for a short time and would fall into deep sleep shortly after. 

The doctor said that Steven had a lot of psychoactive drugs in his system, and they would affect his 

senses… 

“Let him sleep. He’ll be better when he wakes up,” Eason whispered by the bed. 

“Why was Steve admitted to the asylum?” 

I frowned and stared cautiously at Eason. 

“Because Stephanie…” 

Eason hesitated but continued, “I found out about some things… Stephanie may not have been The 

Perfect Victim. She may have been a killer.” 

Frowning, I stared at Eason in disbelief.