I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 714

Did he really think someone with one foot in the grave could still bully Steven?

I ignored him, my voice slightly hoarse. “Where's my phone? Give it back.”

Steven sat down beside me, watching me intently. He didn't ask what the thug had told me or why I wanted my phone. He simply fumbled around for a moment and handed it to me.

“Eat first, then you can use your phone.”

I ignored him, too, and turned it on.

I hadn't used it in a while, so the battery was low.

I did only one thing: I looked up Verna.

It wasn't hard to find her. She was much more high-profile than before. A quick search of her face brought up dozens of pages.

During the time I had amnesia, she had bought a house and a car, splurged on designer brands, and even opened a small studio.

Headlines flaunting her as the Aether Studio heir's fiancée were plastered everywhere. A cold smile touched my lips.

She had climbed up on my blood and tears, and it seemed life was treating her very well.

With a billion dollars and the title of Steven's fiancée, she had every reason to be happy.

Next, I went to my contacts and called Julian.

Steven had saved the number for me after Mr. Taylor revealed I had family.

It was a new number, so Uncle Julian took a moment to answer. His voice was cold. “Who is this?”

The familiar, long-unheard voice struck a chord in my heart. I fought back a wave of bitterness and said softly, “Uncle Julian, it's me. Are you still in Ixia? Would it be possible for you to come pick me up and take me…”

My words were cut short as Steven suddenly snatched the phone from my hand, his long fingers pressing the power button to end the call and shut it off.

“I'll give it back,” he said, his voice dangerously low as he offered the food again, “but you have to stay in the hospital a few more days, and you have to eat on schedule. If you cooperate, I'll personally take you home. Now eat. I'll feed you.”

Without a second thought, I swatted the utensils out of his hand. The tray wobbled, and the carefully prepared food tumbled to the floor.

The sound of crashing and splattering filled the air.

Hot soup splashed onto Steven's leg, but he didn't move, only furrowing his brow.

Myron's eyes shot wide open. He rushed over to check on Steven's leg, then yelled at me, “Zephyra! How can you be so ungrateful? Steven cooked that for you himself! You're the only person he's ever cooked for in his entire life!”

“It's one thing if you don't appreciate it, but throwing it on the floor? You burned him!”

He grabbed Steven's arm. “Come on, Steven, you need to rinse it off.”

But Steven didn't budge. He wasn't even angry. He just looked into my cold, furious eyes. “Who upset you?”