REVENGE AFTER DEATH - Season 2 Episode 86

“There’s definitely someone backing Carol up.” Zion nodded. “But you’re not totally in the clear yet either, so better not wander around too much for now.”

I stayed silent, watching as Ewan parked the car by the roadside.

“Mrs. Lincoln, let’s go home.” Ewab opened the car door for me.

I got into the car and looked at Zion with mixed feelings.

In response, Zion simply waved at me.

“Mr. Bart… Lately, I’ve been feeling like someone’s been keeping tabs on me behind my back, even during the police investigation. There’s got to be someone pulling the strings, don’t you think?” I inquired.

“I’m not really sure, Mrs. Lincoln.” Ewan chose to not be truthful.

He refused to admit anything, and I felt powerless.

There was surely someone watching out for me behind my back. Otherwise, how else could I have managed to get released so quickly despite being under investigation?

I couldn’t believe it was just luck.

“Did anything happen when Steve realized that I wouldn’t come home last night?” I expressed my concern.

“Mr. Lincoln… has been waiting for you,” Ewan replied as he drove the car.

As we entered the neighborhood, I spotted Steven from a distance. He stood by the door, appearing lonely.

“He… waited for me all night?” I asked softly.

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Ewan nodded. “We couldn’t convince him otherwise.”

I stepped out of the car.

I saw that Steven’s eyes were red, so he probably hadn’t slept all night. In fact, he’d probably just stood here waiting for me.

“Stephie…” He rushed forward and enveloped me in his arms as soon as I stepped out of

the car.

Although his voice remained hoarse and choked, his grasp was firm and powerful as he

held onto me.

He held me close, as if he feared that I wouldn’t return. Then, he tightly cradled my head.

“I’m okay…” I raised my hand and gave Steven a comforting pat on his back,

“No one… can snatch you away from me again,” he said in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine.

“Steve… Cyrus claimed that Carol told him to kill Yasmin, but isn’t Carol mentally disabled?” I whispered, feeling increasingly uneasy,

“Yeah, she has intellectual disabilities.” Steven nodded,

“If Simeon was really behind all this, would he drag Carol into it too?” I asked.

I couldn’t figure it out anymore.

The two individuals with the most compelling motives were Steven and Simeon. But Simeon was supposedly deceased. And even if it was a staged death, he wouldn’t have done anything that would implicate Carol.

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Could it really have been as Zion suggested? Was Steven potentially the mastermind behind it all?

Steven looked at me with a serious expression before finally speaking, “Stephie, are you hungry? Let’s head home for some food.” He took my hand and guided me back.

As I stared at Steven’s back, my mind was in disarray.

“Steven Lincoln!”

Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt behind us.

Then, Dax stepped out and angrily glared at Steven. “You got my dad arrested by the cops, didn’t you?” he asked.

Steven was bewildered and taking cover behind me. “Stephie… I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“From what I know, Mr. Lincoln Senior is suspected of multiple illegal activities, and the evidence is solid.

“And given Mr. Lincoln Senior’s age, I suggest you go home and figure out a solution instead of pointing fingers here,” Ewan said sternly.

Dax angrily glared at Ewan and Steven. “It was you!”

“Stephie… He’s being really aggressive,” Steven said from behind me, his gaze still fixed

on Dax.

“Why do you think that it was Steven, Mr. Dax?” I furrowed my brows and asked.

“Hmph, you stepped into the police station, and my dad’s already in trouble. Isn’t it obvious?” Dax pointed angrily at Steven. “I can see through him now. He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing!”

“I ended up at the police station because of you?” I cautiously looked at Dax.

However, Dax snorted and remained silent.

Clearly, he was related to these series of events too.

Meanwhile, Steven stood tall as he protectively wrapped me in his arms.

He gave Dax a cold stare. “Touch my people, and you’re finished.”