Steven always seemed to be able to accurately predict everything. It felt as if he was confidently weaving his own narrative most of the time.
I cried out of concern. I felt at a loss as I continued to press down on his wound.
Soon, the police rushed in and took the assailant away. The ambulance arrived promptly as well.
Steven seemed to have anticipated that someone would get injured.
âDid you know beforehand that someone was going to hurt Stephany? Is that why you called the ambulance in advance?â Eason asked in an arrogant tone. He felt the situation was definitely more complex than it seemed.
Eason had acted very cautiously the entire time, so there was no way the assailant could have followed him. The only other plausible explanation was that Stephany had been targeted as soon as she left her house. The assailant had followed her all the way here.
âI called the ambulance for you, actually,â Steven replied in a low voice as he glared coldly at Eason.
I watched as a hint of fear flashed in Easonâs prideful gaze. It was obvious that he was still fearful of Steven.
âYou called my wife over without my consent. If this happens again, I can guarantee that the one lying in the ambulance next will be you next,â Steven said.
Steven let me press down on his wound. He covered my ears with his hands and began to curse at Eason coldly. âYou dumbâ¦â
Even though he had covered my ears, I could still hear him cursing Eason out. His words were rather vulgar.
I could tell that Eason was having a hard time in the ambulance. If it werenât for the police officers holding him back, he would have rushed forward and attacked Steven already.
However, it was clear that Eason had intentionally let the police hold him back. I could tell that he was still afraid of Steven, yet he kept shouting, âStop holding me back! I have to kill this lunatic today!â
Hearing that, the police officer holding him back obediently let him go as he asked.
Eventually, Eason ended up quieting down. He gritted his teeth and sunk further into his chair.
Then, he said to the officer next to him coldly, âWell, I suppose thereâs no use fighting violence with violence.â
âHey, my wound feels alright. Itâs not that deep. Look, Iâve practically stopped bleeding,â Steven comforted me in a low voice when he saw how pale I still looked.
I looked up at him for a moment. Even though he was the injured one, he ended up being the one to console me instead.
âThat idiot doesnât quite understand the current situation weâre in. Mr. Lincoln Senior is getting desperate. Heâll definitely make his move soon,â Steven whispered. He looked different from usual.
I wondered if it was just because he didnât want me to worry about him.
At this moment, Steven looked mature and stable. He felt a little strange, but not unpleasant to be around.
It almost seemed like Steven should have always been this way. He should have been a strategist from the very beginning.
âHow would I know what you Lincolns get up to these days? So many people want to hurt you guys, after all,â Eason muttered quietly. But it was clear that he had been in the wrong this time.
âHudson, donât let there be a next time,â Steven warned Eason in a low voice as they were getting out of the ambulance.
Hudson was Easonâs old name. Steven didnât seem to like calling him Eason.
Eason frowned and felt distinctly threatened.
I turned to look at Steven subconsciously. The way he had just threatened Eason made.
him look really frightening.
However, he ended up reverting back to his usual self in the next second. He looked at me with pitiful eyes and hugged me. âStephie, Iâm feeling a bit dizzy now. Can you please hold me?â
Sure enough, Stevenâs charm only lasted for three seconds.
âStephie, it hurts,â Steven complained.
The medical staff wanted to treat his wound. However, Steven kept holding onto me tightly. He looked pitiful and scared. âStephie, Iâm scared,â he said.
I was rendered speechless for a moment. He had only just realized that he was scared. now.
Perhaps his brain needed some time to catch up with what had just happened for him to react.
I hugged Steven guiltily and patted him. âDonât worry, Iâll be here with you.
âDonât be fooled by his act! Thereâs no way heâs feeling scared right now. Maybe the assailant I pinned down just now was his accomplice! He might be the culprit behind everything!â Eason pointed at Steven angrily as he exclaimed. His finger trembled for a long while before he quieted down.
âMr. Grant, please donât unjustly accuse my husband of such crimes again. I trust him.
unconditionally,â I frowned as I said.
Stevenâs lips curled into a small smirk. His eyes seemed to darken as he looked at Eason.
It felt as if he was provoking him.
Eason clenched his fists in anger. âYou will regret this.