FreeNovelChapter 172 Ewan bad bought sfood and was headed toward an old house.
Then, as he knocked on the door of the house, Michael and I hid in the shadows, waiting to see who he was meeting.
Soon, the door cracked open a little, and a hand reached out through the gap.
That hand... had burn marks on it.
1 gasped and warily stared at the person behind the gap-it was the murderer | saw at my house! The person who killed me! If I could only catch a glimpse of his inner arm to see if there was a red birthmark, then | would know for sure whether or not he was the one who killed me! But why was Ewan delivering food to him? “Mr. Lincoln, I've reminded him and sent him the things he requested.” Ewan walked into an alley and made a call to Steven.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, Michael and | hid behind a trash can as we watched Ewan leave.
“After Stephie died, | never stopped investigating the murder case. | don’t believe that Steven had nothing to do with it. He's been using his history of mental illness to get away with his crime. I've always been keeping an eye on him,” Michael whispered.
My fingers were shaking as | instinctively pulled out my phone to call the police.
“Divorce Steven, Stephany. You're only after the financial support for the Larsons, which | can help you with. But by staying with Steven, you're only putting your safety at risk.” Michael tried to persuadeto divorce Steven.
However, | wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead, | dialed Zion's number.
“Hello?” Zion's hoarse voice cfrom the other end of the line. It seemed he had fallen sick due to his busy work schedule.
“Zion, | saw the suspect who stayed at Stephanie's house... He was the one who knocked Rachel out...” | spoke in a low voice.
That day when Rachel entered my house, the surveillance camera had captured someone following her, but the person's features were too blurry to make out.
Chapter 172 20 “What's the address?” Zion asked.
“The courtyard at 163, Civil West Road,” | whispered.
“Stay there and don’t move. I'll be right there.” Zion quickly hung up the phone.
| knew he would come. And if Zion was willing to look into it, | would get my answer soon.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven if | risked alerting that man in the house, | had to find out whether or not he was the person who killed me.
“Stephany, Steven isn’t who you think he is. If the person hiding in this house is one of the murderers, Steven is definitely their accomplice.” Michael continued to persuadeto leave Steven, “He's a psycho. Don’t you know he killed someone in the asylum?” | glanced back at Michael. “Mr. Ford, do you make your judgments solely based on guesswork? Before we get the whole story, do you think I'd believe in you, an untrustworthy man who indirectly contributed to Stephanie’s death, or my husband?” | gripped my phone tightly.
If I had to choose to trust either one of them, I'd rather believe in Steven.
But what if Steven really was hiding something? “Stephany, one thing you and Stephanie have in common is your stubbornness. Both of you insist on your own beliefs and never listen to other people’s advice.” Michael frowned and continued, “Steven is extremely dangerous. He’s aggressive and impulsive, and many people at the asylum know that he went berserk and killed someone there! Besides, the case is basically as plain as day.” But Michael could see that | was unmoved, so he said, “Yasmin said that Steve was the only person with a motive to kill! “The fire at the orphanage was actually a prank by the people there. They locked Steven and Simeon in a room and set it on fire. And though Steven survived the fire, his best friend Simeon still died in it. That's why Steven holds a grudge against those people!” | tensed up and turned to Michael again. “So, you're saying... those people at the orphanage intentionally trapped them in that fire?” | was losing control of my emotions now. “Have you been to the scene of the fire, Michael? Those people should all go to hell!” How could they do that to Steven? Chapter 172 3/3 The fire, the screaming, the cries for help, the struggle....
Every night, | would have nightmares and would be haunted by the images of the handprints and scratch marks left inside the burned room at the orphanage.
Those marks were left by Steven and Simeon’s desperate cries as they begged for help and struggled to save themselves...
Those people were devils.
“But that doesn’t mean that he should turn to murder! What about Stephanie then?” Michael exclaimed, gripping my chin tightly.
His eyes were bloodshot as he said, “She was carrying my child!”
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