Chapter 217: Chapter 217

I ignored Michael and urged Steven to come home with me.

“Stephanie Carlson…” Michael called my name in a slightly anxious tone.

“Mike, don’t scare me… She’s not Stephie. She just bears a slight resemblance to her.” Lois‘ face paled with fear as she swiftly restrained Michael, preventing him from getting up. “Your wound is severe. Stop moving around.”

Yasmin glanced at me with red, provocative eyes. She was clearly conveying that she had once again won the bet. Luck was on her side, and Michael regained consciousness. If Michael agreed to marry her, she wouldn’t have to try so hard to contact the mysterious man from Crowdstar Group.

“Mike… I’m glad you’re conscious now. I thought you… lost hope, thinking it was the end, but thankfully, Mrs. Ford found me in time.” Yasmin cried.

Michael’s gaze was fixed on me, brimming with unspoken words.

Yasmin’s eyes grew even redder as she noticed Michael’s lack of response to her words.

“Mike, it’s good that you’re finally awake. Take good care of your injuries and treat Yasmin well in the future.” Lois sighed.

I made my way to the door, casting a glance back at Michael, whose eyes were fixed on me. With a sneer, I proceeded to lead Steven away.

“Stop staring at him,” Steven said unhappily, gripping my hand tighter.

He then cursed Michael softly, “He’s blind.”

I nodded and smiled at Steven. “You’re right.”

Rachel noticed that Zion was in a bad mood and not paying attention. It was probably because of something Eason, the genius, said today.

“Are you that fragile?” Rachel asked quietly.

Zion did not respond..

“More fragile than glass.” Rachel sighed and continued talking to Zion, “Zion, ignore the nonsense of that supposed genius. There must be something–off about that person. I think he seems more like a gangster.”

I glanced at Rachel, who was comforting Zion. I couldn’t help but smile.

I only met Rachel after my parents passed away and when I transferred to Michael’s high school.

We decided to attend the same university. While she was keen on medicine, I leaned toward mathematics.

Unfortunately, I didn’t possess Steven’s inherent talent and intelligence, so I opted for a more conventional major.

Rachel was an incredibly kind person. She and I both had a small circle of friends, so we relied on each other a lot. Because of family circumstances, she often felt isolated and lost. The two of us shared a deep, unspoken understanding and harmony.

Sometimes, I felt that friendship was the most genuine relationship. Unlike family, friends were not bound by blood. They simply chose to be with each other.

During my most vulnerable moments, Rachel was constantly by my side, offering me unwavering support and assistance. She shared in my tears and laughter without reservation. Even after my death, she continued to search for the real culprit.

“Take good care of Officer Landon.” I waved my hand at Rachel.

As Ewan approached, Rachel greeted him with a nod before hopping into Zion’s car. She stepped on the accelerator and reversed the car, immediately driving Zion away from the scene. Even from the roadside, I could clearly see the panic in Zion’s face.

I always remembered the moment when Rachel and I got our driver’s licenses after high school. We used to joke that if we ever hit the road, we’d be a threat to everyone!

“Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln.” Ewan held the car door open and gestured for us to get in.

“Have the police completed taking down your statement?” I asked.

Ewan acknowledged. “We supported Sammie, but we were unaware of his involvement in the killing.”

I didn’t ask any more questions and got into the car.

Along the way, I kept thinking about the note Eason handed me. He wanted to meet me tomorrow at noon. He also said not to tell Steven.

Eason was a policeman, so there should be no danger in meeting him. However, the secret nature of our meeting left me wondering about his intentions. He mentioned wanting to take me somewhere. Where could he be leading me?