NovelEnglishChapter 161 The boy ran over to hug my leg when he saw how dazed | was.
He held on tight, refusing to let go.
“Why don’t | take you back, little boy?” The female police officer coaxed.
The boy shook his head as he sobbed and continued holding onto my leg.
| helplessly looked at Steven. And at the stime, | felt incredibly shocked.
These two boys-the teen who'd been instructed to kill Yasmin, and the little boy in front me-definitely knew who | was.
“He likes you. You can take him back.” Steven walked up toand blockedfrom Zion's view.
| felt guilty and was concerned Zion might see through me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“If the boy likes you so much, you can take him hfirst if v relented.
want to,” Zion also | heaved a sigh of relief and held the boy’s hand. “Do you want to go back hwith me? The boy obediently nodded.
Then, I crouched down and asked him, “What's your name?” He gazed atwith wide eyes for a moment before saying, “My name's Jean.” I smiled. “What a good boy you are, Jean.” Jean held onto my hand as we walked, not letting go even once.
After Zion and the female officer left, | called Ewan to have him cfetch us.
“Stephie...” Jean hid behindonce the police left. He was fearfully gazing at Steven.
He seemed scared of him.
Meanwhile, Steven stared back coldly at Jean.
“You don’t like him?” | cautiously asked Steven.
Steven looked away. Then, in an effort to show how kind he was, he innocently said, “No, Chapter 161 | took care of those stray dogs, didn't 1?” But based on how Steven compared Jean to stray dogs, | could still tell that he didn't like Jean.
Jean didn’t like Steven either, and he kept cautiously watching him.
“Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln,” Ewan greeted when he arrived and gestured for us to enter the car.
| was about to get into the car with Jean when | noticed Steven standing where he was, unmoving.
His head was down as he stood there, seemingly unhappy.
“Get in the car,” | said in confusion.
Then, Steven suddenly extended a hand out to me. “You said you wouldn't loseagain.
How dare I hold someone else's hand.
| felt exasperated, but Steven's condition was different. So, | had no choice but to coax him, “Con, let's get into the car.” Steven held onto the hand | extended to him. Then, he turned around and challenged Jean, saying, “Let go of her hand. She's mine.” Jean trembled fearfully as he hid behind me. Yet, he refused to back down. “No way. Stephie is mine.” This time, | was certain that this boy knew who Stephanie Carlson was.
| was afraid Stephanie's secrets would be exposed, so | quickly led both of them into the car.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Stephie, can you tell the police to let my brother go? He was just trying to get money for my sickness,” Jean tentatively said.
| looked down, unsure of what to say.
As the car drove on, | whispered, “Jean... How did we cto know each other?” “Stephie?” Jean looked atbefore whispering back, “Do we have to pretend we don’t know each other now too?” My heart lurched.
Chapter 161 Well shit.
Not only did Jean know Stephanic, she had even made the boy pretend to not know who she was in front of other people.
Now, | was even more certain that Stephanie Carlson was connected to the serial killer.
When we reached home, Mr. Moore had someone prepare a scrumptious breakfast for us. And by the twe finished our meal, the sky had turned bright.
From the way Jean wolfed down his food, one could tell that he'd been starving for a long time.
Meanwhile, Steven silently ate his own food and glanced atfrom tto time.
“Stephie... Can | take away what we can’t finish?” Jean pointed at the unfinished food on the table, not wanting to leave yet.
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