Ewan cautiously glanced at the end of the alley. âWhoâs there?â
Panicking, I quickly turned around to hide. But suddenly, someone covered my mouth and dragged me into a store next to the alley.
âTold you youâd regret marrying Steven,â Michaelâs voice came from behind me.
I was slightly startled. Then, I frowned and stared at him warily, anything better to do, Mr. Ford?â
âDonât you have âIâm just passing by,â Michael said in a playful tone as he took a mangoâflavored lollipop from the shelf and handed it to me.
He probably mistook me for Stephanie again. He knew that Stephanie had a low blood sugar issue, so he thought that Iâd need a lollipop like Stephanie too.
But ironically, he wasnât aware that Stephanie was allergic to mangoes.
âAre you mistaking me for someone else, Mr. Ford?â I asked in a low tone.
Michael remained silent.
âDonât you know that Stephanie Carlson was allergic to mangoes, Mr. Ford?â I sneered.
Then, I walked past him without taking the lollipop.
Meanwhile, Michael stood frozen for quite some time. But suddenly, he walked toward me and grabbed my wrist. âIâm asking you to divorce Steven for your own good,â he said.
Then, he quickly dragged me to his car and shoved me inside.
Soon, Ewan came out of the alley and got into a car.
Michael then started following Ewanâs car.
âThe Lincolns have been cleaning up Stevenâs mess over the years. And whenever Steven got into trouble, Ewan was the one who settled it for him. Thatâs why he met Howard today.â Michael solemnly said.
Then, he continued, âSince Stephie gave you the keys to her house and confided in you so muchâ¦
she must have seen you as her closest friend. Thatâs why I canât let anything happen to you.â
I couldnât help but chuckle. Michael was putting up the nice guy act again.
Chatter 171 âYou canât let anything happen to me? I donât think weâre that close, Mr. Ford.â I said skeptically, âStephanie grew up with you, and you failed to protect her. But now youâre trying to protect me?â
Thanks, but no thanks.
Michaelâs grip on the steering wheel tightened, and the back of his hand turned pale as his veins bulged, betraying his hidden tension.
âActually, Michael, Iâm quite curious. Stephanie was head over heels in love with you. So, how could you be so cruel to her? Didnât it even hurt you a bit? Would you be so cruel to a dog that youâve raised for many years?â I was asking from a bystanderâs perspective.
After all, my heart had gradually found peace, so I was no longer affected by the past.
However, Michael simply remained silent as we continued to follow Ewanâs car.
âIâ¦â After a long silence, Michael said in a low voice, âI loved her.â
What did he say?
I didnât catch it.
âI loved her so much.â Michaelâs voice was quivering. âBut⦠I wasnât the one she loved. She stayed with me out of obligation. Someone else had her heart.â
I was stunned as I glared at Michael, fuming with rage.
Stephanie was already dead, yet here he was trying to shift the blame onto her!
Was he even human?
He continued, âShe was someone who felt obligated to repay her debts. I wanted to set her free, but I couldnât bear to let her go. And I knew that she would leave one day⦠but I never expected her to die so soon.â
âHaâ¦â I found Michael rather pathetic. How could he make up such a ridiculous lie at a time like this?
âYour love was such a joke. Stephanie loved you for ten years because you told her that you liked her.â I sneered.
Michaelâs expression grew complex. He then cast a sidelong glance at me and asked, âDid Stephanie tell you she was in love with me for ten years?â
I frowned and ignored him.
Michael seemed like he had something to say, but he hesitated, and his gaze simply lingered on me.
We stayed silent until Ewanâs car halted in an old alley.
Michael then parked his car and accompanied me out before we discreetly followed behind Ewan.