Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 

“What… have you done?” I asked. My heart ached when I saw Steven so disoriented while covered in blood. I tried to walk over to him. 

His skin was a lifeless pale white that starkly contrasted with the dark red of the blood. 

I felt suffocated as an inexplicable panic washed over me. 

“Please, don’t come near me,” Steven pleaded, seemingly afraid of me seeing him in this state. 

He frantically called out for Stephie as if he were afraid of losing her. 

“Please don’t look at me…” Suddenly, he dashed back into the room like a madman and locked 

himself in. 

I knocked on the door, but he wouldn’t open it. 

There were still remnants of his bloody footprints on the floor. 

Since my rebirth, I hadn’t fully grasped the severity of Steven’s condition. I knew he had a mental illness, was considered unstable, and might even be capable of murder. 

As far as I could recall, he appeared quite stable as long as he wasn’t provoked. 

Hence, I hadn’t paid much attention to his condition. 

When I saw him covered in blood, it frightened me. 

Ewan had experienced numerous such episodes. He promptly summoned the family doctor and barged into the room. 

I wanted to follow, but Ewan stopped me. 

“You’d better stay outside. Mr. Lincoln may not want you to see him like this.” 

He di 

He didn’t want me to witness him in a disoriented state during his episodes. 

“What’s going on?” I anxiously asked Ewan. 

Ewan remained silent for a moment and softly said, “It’s terrifying when Mr. Lincoln loses control. He feels the urge to harm others, but… he’s never actually hurt anyone. He only inflicts pain on himself.” 

Steven was too kind. He didn’t want to harm anyone, so he would hurt himself to maintain his 

sanity. 

I stood frozen, watching as Ewan entered the room. The doctor administered a tranquilizer to Steven, and his agonizing cries echoed through the door. 

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What kind of torment did he have to endure to turn from a genius to what he was now? 

Even from outside, I could feel his pain and helplessness. 

Almost unconsciously, I found myself wanting to reach out and embrace him. 

When I snapped back to reality, I was bewildered by my own emotions. 

Tears had unknowingly streamed down my face. 

After administering the tranquilizer, Steven finally quieted down and drifted off to sleep.