FreeNovelChapter 142 No ordinary human being could understand why Steven was 60 adamant about his perspectives.
“Is that kind-hearted doctor still in Huma?” | asked, still feeling concerned, | distrusted Steven because he was too bloodthirsty at times. When | asked him if he'd killed a man before, he hesitated and didn’t answer me, which showed clear deflection on his part.
Did Steven actually kill people before then? Was it connected to the orphanage serial killer case? “The doctor is still in Huma.” Ewan nodded.
| sighed in relief. Investigating the matter would be far easier now, especially with eyewitnesses from that incident still present today.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Let's go back.” | was scared Steven would get hysterical again once he woke up.
Ewan nodded. “Mrs. Lincoln, | brought you over because | hope you'll better understand Mr. Lincoln... Mr. Lincoln didn’t have fortunate beginnings. He needs unconditional love and care.” | understood Ewan’s intention. He thought I'd be the one to save Steve. We were husband and wife now, after all.
But... | could never be Steven's savior. Steven wanted love, something that couldn't give him.
| could only do my best to be kind to him and pray that Steven wain’t one of the murderers from the orphanage murder case...
But after my visit today to the asylum, | was scared that Steven might've actually killed. someone before. | was worried he might be connected to the serial killings.
What should I do if | found evidence that he was the one behind them? Should I hand him over to the police? | kept on going through Saint Sahns Asylum’s records and articles from the past on the way back. The whistleblower was a kind-hearted doctor who reported the incidents for Chiater 142 the patients’ sake.
217 He ended up pissing off the asylum’s director and the other doctors in the process. In the end, the doctor lost his leg in a car accident and was now crippled.
But when snetizens asked the doctor whether he regretted doing what he did and putting himself and his family at risk, the doctor replied that someone had to do it regardless. Someone had to bear that burden and shed slight on the darkness.
“Mrs. Lincoln... we're here.” The car cto a stop while | was still in the midst of reading those articles.
Many people shared their hellish experiences at Saint Sahn Asylum. They claimed that the asylum director had a thing for watching attractive people be tormented, and those doctors he hired were the real psychos there.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm| couldn't imagine what someone as handsas Steven would've experienced there.
He was the kind of person who refused to yield and would continuously fight back. That would only agitate his tormentors and inflict more pain on him.
| was already trembling from how tense | felt after reading the articles.
| couldn’t imagine how desperate Steven must've felt then... being tormented over and over again.
If | were in his shoes, I'd probably kill someone too.
“Stephie!” Steven yelled from the courtyard. None of the house helpers were able to restrain him as he searched for me, still barefoot.
Steven quietened down when he saw me. He cover and heldin his arms, saying hoarsely, I'm scared, Stephie...” In that instant, | suddenly felt like what Steven was scared of was nothing more than losing me.
“Stephany!” Right when | was about to try and get Steven back to his room, Zion's car suddenly cto a stop outside the center. He exited the vehicle in a hurry. “Stephany! Have you seen Rachel?’ I replied, shocked, “Rachel hasn't contactedat all today...” “She’s gone missing!”
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