Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 340

I suddenly felt a huge pang of sympathy for Steven. I instinctively reached out to hold his hand, but I recoiled in the end.

I didn't know what sort of person I really was, after all.

I wondered if Steven and I could even have a future together.

"Stephie, you're not a bad person," Steven said as he held my hand firmly.

Even at times when I doubted myself like this, Steven chose to believe in me.

"Do you know why Eason changed his name?" Steven asked. He seemed eager to cheer me up and was trying to change the subject.

"It was because he kept having nightmares after Simmy's death. He kept feeling like Simmy's ghost was following him around or something, as if he were by his side all the time. He even got electrocuted at home once and said he saw a ghost."

Steven chuckled and continued, "His parents tried bringing in all sorts of exorcists to exorcise the ghost. But a psychiatrist ultimately said that he was just hallucinating due to being electrocuted.

"But he was still worried, so he had a fortune teller change his name to get rid of Simmy's ghost. Simmy died in a fire..." Steven paused and tightened his grip on my hand.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he continued, "Anyway, the fortune teller told Eason that his old name was too easy for ghosts to latch onto, so in the end, Eason became his new name as it was shorter."

I stared at Steven, who was telling me what should have been a funny story. However, I couldn't bring myself to laugh.

I could tell that Steven was trying hard to cheer me up. I found his clumsy attempt rather endearing.

"I just want to make you happy, but I always end up messing things up," Steven said in a hoarse voice as he slowly released my hand.

We remained silent for the rest of the journey.

Once we were back home, I locked myself in Steven's basement.

I stared at the linked clues on the wall and lost myself in thought.

I wondered who Steven was protecting by being so evasive.

At the moment, the two people who seemed to matter most to him were Simmy and Stephanie.

However, both of them were "dead".

I fell into a daze as I stared up at the wall covered in clues.

I had started off distrusting Stephany and ended up suspecting Stephanie now. It felt as if I had fallen headfirst into a conspiracy that was spinning out of control.

Perhaps unraveling this mystery wasn't as simple as recovering my memories.

Behind the fog lay even greater mysteries, and there was more to come where those came from.

When I finally left the basement, Ewan saw me and let out a sigh as he said, "Sir is drinking."

I was taken aback to hear that Steven was drinking alcohol.

He shouldn't be drinking with the injuries he was sporting.

I wanted to check on Steven right away, but I suddenly recalled the event with the Crowdstar Group's president. "Mr. Bart, the charity banquet..."

I wondered if the charity banquet was successful.

Ewan seemed surprised. "Oh, didn't Sir tell you? Well, I suppose he drank too much before he had the chance to..."

Ewan paused and continued, "Sir sold all the shares he had legally inherited to the president of Crowdstar Group. It seems that the accident involving you and the baby has deeply affected him. He's willing to give up everything as long as your safety can be assured."

It didn't matter whether Steven and I survived or not at this point. After what Steven did, the Lincoln Group's ownership would change hands.

I was shocked to hear Ewan's words. This was an extreme measure I had not imagined Steven to take. Steven had actually sold the Lincoln Group.

He was such a fool. Without those shares, it meant that he had lost his only means of protection. Martin could take his life at any moment if Steven ever angered him.

Even though Martin no longer had a reason to kill me, Steven would become the scapegoat of the Lincolns.

They surely wouldn't let him off the hook.

I couldn't understand why Steven always had to bear all the pressure by himself.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded. It came from the bedroom. Then, incessant barking in the backyard followed.

Both Ewan and I ran toward the bedroom in a panic.

Maybe something happened to Steven.