REVENGE AFTER DEATH - Season 3 Episode 23

“Stephle…” Michael tried to continue, but I had already instructed the butler to shut the door.

Rachel and Zion stopped Michael from advancing. “Mr. Ford, if you really do end up dying out here, it’ll make things difficult for your doctors.”

Lois‘ face had turned ashen. She looked at Michael with a mixture of frustration and disbelief in her expression. “Michael, I think you’ve truly lost your mind.”

Lois was an independent woman in the modern world, after all. I could see the weariness and disbelief in her eyes. She probably never imagined that her son would end up in such a a. state.

I shook my head helplessly and walked into the living room.

After I left, Rachel sent me a text. She told me that Lois was on the verge of going mad from anger because of Michael. It turned out that Lois was wondering if her son had been possessed by spirits or replaced by someone else.

Lois had even asked her assistant to inquire about the best exorcist in Huma. She said that she wanted the exorcist to perform an exorcism and also protect her family against any potential harm.

I was taken aback to hear that. I could only let out a resigned smile.

Everyone knew that there was no way the dead could come back to life. Lois was

Michael’s mother, after all. It wasn’t surprising that she was looking for other reasons to pin all of Michael’s unhinged behavior on at this time.

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I figured that Lois must hate me a lot at this moment. She probably regretted adopting met into the Ford family and ruining her son.

It was because of me that Michael turned out this way, after all.

Sure enough, I received another text from Rachel before reaching the place where I was supposed to meet Eason. She told me that Lois had brought an exorcist to my gravesite.

Rituals were being performed to ward off evil spirits at this moment. It turned out that the evil spirit Lois was trying to banish was me.

Rachel said that they were going to perform some special rites–for me to prevent my spirit

from lingering around Michael.

Mrs. Lincoln, we’re here.”

At some point, the Lincoln family’s driver had started speaking to me with a lot more respect in his tone. I didn’t think it was a big deal. However, I realized that the household staff had started addressing Steven the same way too.

It felt as if they regarded Steven as the head of the Lincoln household now.

I didn’t think much of it. James had become a vegetable with little to no chance of waking

up, after all. Furthermore, was now a paralyzed invalid after his stroke. He could

Ignatius

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not even take care of himself, let alone make any decisions for the household.

It was clear that Steven was the head of the Lincolns now.

I glanced around after getting out of the car.

Stamford was a prestigious university located between Huma and Jacaster. It was the best university in the country and the only one that offered advanced classes to geniuses.

I didn’t know why Eason invited me here. However, I was rather angry. I was already three

minutes late due to traffic, after all. I had expected Eason to be upset with me. But to my

surprise, it turned out that he still hadn’t arrived.

I had never liked people who weren’t punctual. Michael was a very punctual person. Hel

measured time to the second. If I ran late to meet up with him at our appointed time or

somehow displeased him, he would always find a way to punish me.

As a result, I became a very punctual person. I would become very anxious if the person I

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agreed to meet with at a certain time didn’t show up.

I started to wonder if I was being played for a fool again.

I took out my phone and called Eason.

“Didn’t you tell me to meet you at the designated location around this time?” I asked.

On the other end of the call, Eason sounded as if he was gritting his teeth as he spoke,

And didn’t I tell you not to tell that psycho, Steven, about this meeting?”

I was taken aback to hear that. “I didn’t tell him anything. After reading the note, I threw it into the trash can at the hospital. I’m sure nobody saw it. Steven doesn’t know,” I replied, feeling

bewildered.

Eason chuckled at that. Then, I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end. It sounded

as if he was in pain. I knew I couldn’t hide it from that lunatic. He must have seen the note somehow and had someone beat me up in advance. I’m too embarrassed to show my face anywhere now!”

Eason continued to grumble over the phone, “I’m certain that it was him. I can’t be wrong. He knows I care most about my looks, so he deliberately had someone hit me in the face!”

I was starting to get upset by the accusations Eason made. “Stop slandering my husband’s name. He needs assistance for basic living needs, you know. If he had the ability to get someone to beat you up, he wouldn’t have gotten bullied by Mr. Lincoln Senior and Mr.

James back then.”

If Steven was really capable of getting someone to beat Eason up, he wouldn’t have let himself get bullied by Ignatius and James in the past.

Sometimes, I wondered if Steven really was the murderer. Would a murderer really allow themselves to be abused that way, despite being capable of all that?

“So are you saying that the people who used to wrong him are tucked away safe and sound

now?” Eason asked in a meaningful tone on the other end.