My heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. I widened my eyes and asked, âWhat do you mean by that?â
âStevenâs dad, Mr. Andy, died. His death is closely related to his uncle, Mr. James. Even Mr.
Martin and the rest of the Lincoln family were involved with it. As youâve seen, Jamesâ fate has already been sealed.
âAnd now, even Mr. Ignatius, who condoned the murderer, is also bedridden. Do you honestly think Steven had nothing to do with all of it?â Eason said in a low voice and sneered.
I fell silent. I knew deep down that I did not trust Steven completely. But I had known him since we were kids. I knew that he was fundamentally a good person.
âI guess that lunatic thought that by swelling up my face, I wouldnât be able to take you to see that place. He has definitely underestimated me,â Eason said. He seemed eager to challenge Steven.
Easonâs speech over the phone was a bit stuttered. I figured his face must be bruised up quite badly.
Eason was often cold and aloof, after all. It was difficult for me to imagine what he looked like all beaten up.
âHave you arrived at Stamford?â he asked again.
âYeah, Iâm already here,â I replied while glancing around.
âPass your phone to the guards when you walk into the campus. Iâll let them know to let you in. Just follow my instructions,â he said.
I didnât know what Eason was up to. Even so, I followed his instructions and traversed through the Stamford campus according to his directions.
He told me to walk across à field to get through a small gate. Then, I was asked to head toward a row of apartments located behind the school.
âYouâre not playing games with me, are you?â I asked through gritted teeth. I was losing my patience.
âWhy would I do that? Iâm right behind you. What are you so afraid of?â Eason teased.
I glanced back. No wonder It felt like someone was following me the whole time.
Eason had pulled his cap low. He had a face mask and a pair of sunglasses on. He even had his hoodie pulled over his baseball cap. If I hadnât known any better, Iâd think he was a celebrity trying to avoid the public gaze.
âIs all that necessary?â I asked, my lips twitching with amusement.
âIâd rather be beheaded than have my face looking ugly out in public. If this ends up ruining my handsome features, he doesnât need to work hard to get me killed. Iâll jump off a building myself,â Eason said through gritted teeth.
My lips curled into an amused smile. When I saw Eason at the hospital the other day, he sounded so aloof and arrogant. I thought he would be a difficult person to approach, but who would have thought that he would be such an amusing idiot?
âLetâs go to the apartment building on the third row,â Eason said, then hung up the phone and walked alongside me.
I glanced at him through his sunglasses. He was sporting dark bruises on both eyes, making him look a bit like a panda.
I was rendered speechless. I couldnât help but wonder if Steven was really capable of getting someone to beat Eason up. It felt impossible.
Steven couldnât even stand the pain of his wound making contact with water. He would always tear up when that happened. How could someone like that possibly instruct someone to beat another person up?
Eason led me into the apartment building and down to the basement.
I felt a little scared for some reason. I didnât know why, but the place felt eerie and cold.
âAre you scared? You have the guts to marry a lunatic. I thought youâd be braver,â Eason scoffed and said with a sharp edge in his tone. However, he didnât seem like a bad guy.
proper âThis apartment is private property. It belongs exclusively to that lunatic. The only reason Iâm even allowed in here is solely based on my good looks,â Eason said proudly. It turned out that he had charmed the administrator at the apartmentâs entrance with his appearance.
I followed Eason from behind. Every step forward felt heavier than the one I took before The apartment was old, so the basement was very chilly. However, it wasnât very damp because it wasnât completely underground.
The walls were covered in graffiti.
were many scribbles of formulas and numbers.
It was cles: that Steven had lived here when he was taking advanced classes at Stamford.
âBut I thought the Lincolns took him in when he was studying in Stamford? Why would he live in a basement like this if that were the case?â I asked, feeling puzzled. I touched the wall lightly with my fingers and felt a sharp electric shock shoot through me.
âHeâs like a vampire who canât stand the light. He loves dark places,â Eason said grumpily. Then, he pushed open a door in the basement that made a loud creaking sound.
I followed Eason inside the room. The place was spacious, and there were shelves lining the walls.
They were all covered by black cloth.
Eason reached out and pulled away the black cloth. Once the black cloth was off, I instantly froze in my place.
Fear began to spread through my entire body.
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