Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243 

“Mr. Lincoln has a mental condition and can’t be aggravated. But these people came uninvited and…” Ewan sighed. He pointed at the surveillance cameras. “We have surveillance cameras here, so you can check the footage. 

“We tried to stop the dogs from attacking as soon as it happened, but you should be aware that it isn’t easy to get a dog to let go of something once they have their teeth in it.” 

The cops looked at Steven before turning to Charles and Nadia. “Hurry up and take her to the hospital while we get to the bottom of this. It’d be a different story if you guys were really the ones who had trespassed on private property.” 

Steven continued to hide behind me as he glowered at Charles and Nadia. He sounded scared, but his words were brutal as he said, “Don’t forget that you’ve already severed ties with Stephany. If you break in here and aggravate me again… I might just kill you.” 

Once Charles, Nadia, and the cops were gone, he asked me in a small voice, “Stephie, were 

you scared?” 

I shook my head. I was only worried about the dogs. “Wasn’t the dog in the lead yours? Will anything happen to it?” 

“It’s smart. It should be at home by now,” Steven said happily. 

I asked, “What’s its name?” 

He lowered his head without saying anything. 

“It doesn’t have a name?” 

“Stevie…” he muttered. 

“Huh? Its name is similar to yours?” I felt like laughing. 

He huffed without saying anything else. 

“Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln, Ann’s been taken to the hospital. She’s not in any mortal danger, but her face is likely disfigured. The matter’s starting to gain traction online.” Ewan came 

over. 

“Steve, were you behind what happened to Stephany’s grandmother?” I asked. 

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he changed the subject. “Stephie, I don’t want to go to work… 

Come with me. 

I pushed his handsome face away. He was pretending to be pitiful, but it wouldn’t work on me. Go there yourself. I have other things to do.” 

“I don’t want to…” Steven didn’t seem to dare to let me out of his sight. Maybe he was 

afraid that something would happen to me. 

*Fine, fine. I’ll go to work with you first.” I could only appease him. 

Before leaving the Lincoln family, we went to check on Ignatius, who couldn’t even speak anymore. If I were to be honest, he would probably be better off dead than paralyzed like 

that. It was too bad that he had to stay like this and act as a cover–up, 

I didn’t believe for a second that he was capable of being kind enough to feed the stray 

dogs. Those strays obviously belonged to Steven. 

Ignatius glared at Steven; his eyes were almost popping out of its sockets. He could only 

grunt and groan without making any sense. It was an anxiety–inducing sight.