REVENGE AFTER DEATH - Season 3 Episode 24

My heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. I widened my eyes and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“Steven’s dad, Mr. Andy, died. His death is closely related to his uncle, Mr. James. Even Mr.

Martin and the rest of the Lincoln family were involved with it. As you’ve seen, James‘ fate

has already been sealed.

“And now, even Mr. Ignatius, who condoned the murderer, is also bedridden. Do you

honestly think Steven had nothing to do with all of it?” Eason said in a low voice and sneered.

I fell silent. I knew deep down that I did not trust Steven completely. But I had known him since we were kids. I knew that he was fundamentally a good person.

“I guess that lunatic thought that by swelling up my face, I wouldn’t be able to take you to see that place. He has definitely underestimated me,” Eason said. He seemed eager to challenge Steven.

Eason’s speech over the phone was a bit stuttered. I figured his face must be bruised up

quite badly.

Eason was often cold and aloof, after all. It was difficult for me to imagine what he looked

like all beaten up.

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“Have you arrived at Stamford?” he asked again.

“Yeah, I’m already here,” I replied while glancing around.

“Pass your phone to the guards when you walk into the campus. I’ll let them know to let you in. Just follow my instructions,” he said.

I didn’t know what Eason was up to. Even so, I followed his instructions and traversed through the Stamford campus according to his directions.

He told me to walk across à field to get through a small gate. Then, I was asked to head toward a row of apartments located behind the school.

“You’re not playing games with me, are you?” I asked through gritted teeth. I was losing my

patience.

“Why would I do that? I’m right behind you. What are you so afraid of?” Eason teased.

I glanced back. No wonder It felt like someone was following me the whole time.

Eason had pulled his cap low. He had a face mask and a pair of sunglasses on. He even had his hoodie pulled over his baseball cap. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d think he was a

celebrity trying to avoid the public gaze.

“Is all that necessary?” I asked, my lips twitching with amusement.

“I’d rather be beheaded than have my face looking ugly out in public. If this ends up ruining

my handsome features, he doesn’t need to work hard to get me killed. I’ll jump off a

building myself,” Eason said through gritted teeth.

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My lips curled into an amused smile. When I saw Eason at the hospital the other day, he

sounded so aloof and arrogant. I thought he would be a difficult person to approach, but

who would have thought that he would be such an amusing idiot?

“Let’s go to the apartment building on the third row,” Eason said, then hung up the phone

and walked alongside me.

I glanced at him through his sunglasses. He was sporting dark bruises on both eyes,

making him look a bit like a panda.

I was rendered speechless. I couldn’t help but wonder if Steven was really capable of

getting someone to beat Eason up. It felt impossible.

Steven couldn’t even stand the pain of his wound making contact with water. He would

always tear up when that happened. How could someone like that possibly instruct

someone to beat another person up?

Eason led me into the apartment building and down to the basement.

I felt a little scared for some reason. I didn’t know why, but the place felt eerie and cold.

“Are you scared? You have the guts to marry a lunatic. I thought you’d be braver,” Eason

scoffed and said with a sharp edge in his tone. However, he didn’t seem like a bad guy.

proper

“This apartment is private property. It belongs exclusively to that lunatic. The only reason

I’m even allowed in here is solely based on my good looks,” Eason said proudly. It turned

out that he had charmed the administrator at the apartment’s entrance with his

appearance.

I followed Eason from behind. Every step forward felt heavier than the one I took before

The apartment was old, so the basement was very chilly. However, it wasn’t very damp

because it wasn’t completely underground.

The walls were covered in graffiti.

were many scribbles of formulas and numbers.

It was cles: that Steven had lived here when he was taking advanced classes at Stamford.

“But I thought the Lincolns took him in when he was studying in Stamford? Why would he live in a basement like this if that were the case?” I asked, feeling puzzled. I touched the wall lightly with my fingers and felt a sharp electric shock shoot through me.

“He’s like a vampire who can’t stand the light. He loves dark places,” Eason said grumpily. Then, he pushed open a door in the basement that made a loud creaking sound.

I followed Eason inside the room. The place was spacious, and there were shelves lining the walls. They were all covered by black cloth.

Eason reached out and pulled away the black cloth. Once the black cloth was off, I

instantly froze in my place.

Fear began to spread through my entire body.