Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 324

Chapter 324

Steven always found his way to become my exception.

He cried even harder. He didn't say anything and continued to cry.

Eason began to feel annoyed, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

He softly grumbled, "So pretentious... When your wife wasn't awake, you were like a reaper. Even the doctors were scared of you... Now, you're crying like you've been wronged."

Steven didn't say anything. He continued to cry, but he didn't wipe his tears. His head hung low, and his

tears stained his clothes...

one who saw him would think that they were at fault.

Anyone

His large, endearing eyes were teary... I almost apologized.

But after thinking about it, it was not my fault. It was he who had been lying to me.

"Stop crying!" I threatened.

Steven looked up at me and said in a choked-up voice, "Stephie... Don't be so fierce."

Rachel, Eason, and Zion all turned to look at me, silently berating me for lecturing Steven.

Poor Steven...

Unsurprisingly, things would be different if we had swapped genders.

If Steven had been a woman, he would've been called a bitch. Even Yasmin would have nothing against

him!

Right now, he was just crying, but he got everyone to be on his side.

I looked away and took my phone out of my pocket. After logging in with my parents' ID, I handed the

diary to Zion.

Zion took a closer look and became confused.

"I understand parents love their children, and they would record their child's growth from day one. But your parents... started to record from the first day of pregnancy..."

Zion scratched his head.

"That's understandable, but why do the entries look so weird?"

I looked at Zion. Since he was a police officer, he must have seen through the abnormality of the diary,

"Do you mean that this is a fake diary account?"

Zion shook his head.

"It's not fake, but the data is too complete. Look, starting from day one, every entry was made at a similar hopte

time, and it's written by the year, month, date, minute, and second..."

It was very accurate.

Eason paused for a moment, then he took a look at it.

"You're right... This doesn't look like they were recording a child's growth but data from a laboratory

experiment."

Rachel was handing me a mug, but it fell to the ground and made a crashing sound.

Breathing rapidly, I looked at Eason. At the same time, Steven covered my ears.

"Don't listen to them and don't read it... Stephie, you don't have to think about it if you can't recall... I'm here."

I was almost certain that Steven knew of many secrets, but he had no plans to tell me about them or even

let me know... He would rather I misunderstood him than tell me the truth.

Could I understand his behavior... as a form of protection?

"As expected of the expert... Zion came to a realization. "I knew that something was off about the diary. It does look like experiment records."

Eason enjoyed the compliment. He proudly raised his chin.

"Well, it's me, after all. When I conducted drug experiments with lab rats, I'd make similar records daily. I'd record the rat's reaction today and its condition at the same time tomorrow.

"I would observe for months. Some chronic medications would require at least a year of testing."

My fingers were numb. Out of reflex, I hid in Steven's embrace.

What was I afraid of?

"Her parents may have just habitually recorded it that way. Stephanie's father was a medical professor who studied abroad, and her mother was a professor at Alpha University. So, they must have such habits,"

explained Rachel.

"I've heard from Stephie that her father started his own business after leaving Highwest Pharma. He was in the medical equipment and medical construction industry.

"Later on, he almost went bankrupt because of the delayed payment from a new construction project for Grace Hospital..."

Zion and Eason nodded.

"That's very possible."

Suddenly, Eason's phone buzzed. He picked it up.

"Officer Grant, something has happened to Yasmin!"

The serial murder case had progressed again....

And Yasmin was the catalyst.