NovelEnglishChapter 318 Steven paused, then looked at Ewan who had been standing at the door.
Stephie, let Ewan do it.” | paused. | wondered if Ewan could handle it alone.
“Trust Ewan. He's a professional,” Steven whispered, tightening his grip around me.
“Let him handle it...” | glanced at Ewan, who nodded atapologetically.
He must have felt bad for not protectingon behalf of Steven.
“Sir, Mrs. Lincoln, don’t worry. I'll take care of the charity banquet.” He remained outside, but | could see the injuries on his face and arm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSince Steven was admitted to the asylum, Ewan had becexceptionally busy.
| didn’t know what Ewan had been up to, but it felt... as if he and Steven were hiding a lot from me.
| wondered if Dax was right about how Steven had been scheming against the Lincoln family the entire time.
Could that be true? “This is the only chance that we'll ever get anytsoon.” | looked at Ewan again. | needed assurance that he could complete the task.
Ewan nodded.
“Roger that.” | sighed in relief after seeing Ewan’s confidence.
“Good...” “Go lie down in bed and stop walking around. And you! Why did you remove the IV drip?” The nurse walked in and got angry when she saw the dried blood on Steven’s hand.
“You're an adult. Don’t you know to call for a nurse to remove the needle for you?” The nurse lectured Steven. Meanwhile, Steven heldtightly and refused to let go.
“Be good... It’s tfor your injection,” | coaxed him softly.
“No...” Steven choked up, but he insisted. He looked guilty.
“Why don’t | accompany you?” coaxed Steven to lie down and sat beside him.
After the nurse was done, Steven pulledinto his arms.
He huggedin silence, and | remained silent in his embrace. | felt tears fall on my forehead. He was crying.
“Stever....” | silently called out to him, only to look up and find him asleep.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe could only remain conscious for a short tand would fall into deep sleep shortly after.
The doctor said that Steven had a lot of psychoactive drugs in his system, and they would affect his senses...
“Let him sleep. He'll be better when he wakes up,” Eason whispered by the bed.
“Why was Steve admitted to the asylum?” | frowned and stared cautiously at Eason.
“Because Stephanie...” Eason hesitated but continued, “I found out about sthings... Stephanie may not have been The Perfect Victim. She may have been a killer.” Frowning, | stared at Eason in disbelief.
“Are you mad?” “Steven said Stephanie was not the killer, and the truth is hidden within the asylum. He promised to uncover the truth and the murderer for me.” Eason glanced at Steven, who was asleep.
“He really did... give everything up for Stephanie's sake.” “What evidence is there that made you suspect Stephanie to be the killer?” | looked at Eason warily.
“I discovered sthings.” Eason looked atand frowned.
“Don’t you care that Steven assumed you to be a replacement?” “Focus!” | interrupted Eason.
Eason shrugged. “Fine. Have you heard about the case of the missing teenagers from the market? The daughter of the killer that committed suicide had gone missing then too.” “What does that have to do with Stephanie?” Suddenly, | felt nervous and subconsciously tightened my grip.
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