Michaelâs bloodshot eyes made it seem as if he wanted to kill someone.
I shoved him hard and snarled at him as my breath quickened. âYou have no right to say that! Didnât she die because of you? Werenât you the one who asked her to lure away the killer? And if she hadnât died, would you have let her give birth to that baby?â
âI wouldâve!â Michaelâs fist crashed into the trash can behind me.
The trash can toppled with a clatter, and we both fell silent.
Then, we glanced nervously toward the courtyard, fearing that the man might have heard the commotion.
But when a scavenger approached to collect the trash, we both sighed in relief.
âI would have married her,â Michael said in a hoarse voice after a long silence.
It sounded like he was telling me this, or perhaps he was just mumbling it to himself.
âDo you believe in ghosts?â Michael asked with a selfâmocking tone.
I didnât answer.
âI think I saw her the other dayâ¦â he said.
I had no idea which day he was referring to, but it wasnât like I cared anyway.
Shortly after, Zion arrived with Phil and a handful of plainclothes officers to avoid drawing unwanted attention.
They climbed over the fence into the yard and quietly opened the door from the inside before storming in..
Then, Michael and I dashed in too.
There, in the room, a tall and slender man who was munching on fast food was now pressed up against the couch by Zion.
He lounged against the couch and seemed relaxed, as if he had been expecting us. âWhat do you want?â he asked.
Zion furrowed his brows. âYouâre under arrest as a suspect in a murder case. Please come with us to the station.â
The man silently smiled.
He was a tall man, but half of his face was burned, which made his features unrecognizable.
His stare was cold and dark too.
Before leaving with Zion, the man looked at me with a murderous gaze.
I felt a chill run down my spine, so I quickly stepped back.
Michael frowned and pulled me behind him, shielding me with his body. However, I shook off his hand.
After the man left with Zion, I said in a low voice, âI guess thatâs it. Bye, Mr. Ford.â
âStephany, Iâm serious. Leave Steven, divorce him,â Michael said as he firmly gripped my wrist.
Disgusted, I tried to shake off his hand again. Yet, it seemed that he had made up his mind to force me to leave Steven.
âAre you out of mind, Michael?â I cursed. Then, I suddenly laughed. âYou just canât seem to stop seeing me as Stephanie Carlson, can you? Do you think that you can absolve your guilt toward Stephanie by projecting it onto me? You pathetic egoist!â
Michael lowered his head in silence.
âLet go of me!â I struggled as hard as I could, but I was no match for his strength.
Micahel then forcefully dragged me out of the courtyard, refusing to let go despite my struggle.
âMichael!â I shouted.
But at the next moment, I was thrown into his car and locked from the inside.
I started to panic. It felt like I was reliving the nightmares of my previous life where Michael would coldly and heartlessly torture me all over again.
âWhere are you taking me?â I slapped Michael in the face and tried to get out of the car.
However, Michael grabbed my hands and pressed them against the seat. He then removed his necktie and used it to tie my hands to the passenger seat.
âWhat are you doing?â I frowned as I stared at him.
He wasnât usually like this. Something must have triggered his sudden odd behavior.
Where was he taking me? What was his purpose?
Did it have something to do with Steven?
âSteven is the murderer. He hurt Stephanie, and I wonât let him get away with it,â Michael said in a low voice.
I was rightâ¦
My heart tightened as I struggled to free my hands from the tie. âMichael, you What are you going to do to him?â
But Michael didnât answer me and simply started the car to drive.
asshole!
âWhat are you going to do to him? You asshole⦠What are you going to do?â I stared at Michael in panic and lifted my leg, trying to kick him.
But Michael pressed my leg down and gave me a warning look as he glared at me. âYou all want some proof, right? I want him deadâ¦â