I remained silent. But up until this moment, I still chose to believe in Steven.
After all, it didnât make sense for someone to risk their life to protect someone they didnât care about.
âStephie⦠it hurts so much. This is all his fault. If he hadnât invited you out, I wouldnât have gotten injured. Heâs a bad guy.â Steven said while hugging me.
Then, he looked at Eason and warned me, âDonât go out alone with him again, alright?â
âAlright.â I nodded. I had to agree with him at this moment.
âSteven Lincoln, itâs such a shame that youâre not working as an actorâ¦â Eason said through gritted teeth. He cursed, âFucking lunatic!â
Eason then kicked the trash can at the door out of frustration.
âStephie, heâs being mean to me. Doctor, I think heâs suffering from mania,â Steven said plaintively.
The doctor frowned and looked at Eason. âSir, youâll have to pay for damaging hospital property. If you have no other business here, please leave.â
I was also starting to get annoyed with Eason. âYeah. If thereâs nothing else, you may leave.â
Eason opened his mouth, as if he had meant to say something. In the end, he could only point angrily at Steven and said, âFine! Act your heart out seeing as youâre so good at it. You might as well win an award at this point.â
With that, Eason spun on his heel and left.
It was obvious that they werenât leveled on the same playing field.
âStephie⦠it hurts a lot,â Steven suddenly let out a fearful shriek and hugged me.
I looked at the doctor nervously and said, âHey, Doc. Can you be a little gentler? Heâs really scared of pain.â
The doctor pushed his glasses up and paused for a moment with the cotton ball still in his hand.
âLook, I havenât even touched him yet. Furthermore, didnât the nurse already administer the anesthesia? He shouldnât be feeling any pain now,â he said.
I remained silent. But up until this moment, I still chose to believe in Steven.
After all, it didnât make sense for someone to risk their life to protect someone they didnât care about.
âStephie⦠it hurts so much. This is all his fault. If he hadnât invited you out, I wouldnât have gotten injured. Heâs a bad guy,â Steven said while hugging me.
Then, he looked at Eason and warned me, âDonât go out alone with him again, alright?â
âAlright.â I nodded. I had to agree with him at this moment.
âSteven Lincoln, itâs such a shame that youâre not working as an actorâ¦â Eason said through gritted teeth. He cursed, âFucking lunatic!â
Eason then kicked the trash can at the door out of frustration.
âStephie, heâs being mean to me. Doctor, I think heâs suffering from mania, Steven said plaintively.
The doctor frowned and looked at Eason. âSir, youâll have to pay for damaging hospital property. If you have no other business here, please leave.â
I was also starting to get annoyed with Eason. âYeah. If thereâs nothing else, you may leave.â
Eason opened his mouth, as if he had meant to say something. In the end, he could only point angrily at Steven and said, âFine! Act your heart out seeing as youâre so good at it. You might as well win an award at this point.â
With that, Eason spun on his heel and left.
It was obvious that they werenât leveled on the same playing field.
âStephie⦠it hurts a lot,â Steven suddenly let out a fearful shriek and hugged me.
I looked at the doctor nervously and said, âHey, Doc. Can you be a little gentler? Heâs really scared of pain.â
The doctor pushed his glasses up and paused for a moment with the cotton ball still in his hand.
âLook, I havenât even touched him yet. Furthermore, didnât the nurse already administer the anesthesia? He shouldnât be feeling any pain now,â he said.
The doctor hadnât even touched him yet and Steven was already screaming bloody murder I smiled awkwardly and apologized to the doctor.
âFortunately, the wound isnât very deep. After he gets stitched up, heâll need to get hooked up on some IV drips for a few days,â the doctor said while stitching Stevenâs wound.
âMake sure his wound doesnât make any contact with water for a while. Just wipe away the blood stains on his body,â he continued.
I nodded earnestly in reply.
Steven pressed himself against me and sobbed softly.
âIt hurts a lot, huh?â I asked in a soft tone, feeling my heart ache for him.
Stevenâs eyes were redârimmed. âStephie, Iâm really thirsty.â
âYouâve lost a lot of blood. You canât drink too much water at once. Iâll give him some glucose solution to drink. Can you go get it from the pharmacy? He can have a bit of that first, the doctor instructed me.
I nodded and quickly got up. âAlright, wait for me here. Iâm going to go buy it for you.â
Steven nodded.
I ran out of the doctorâs room and had almost reached the pharmacy on the first floor when I realized I had left my phone behind in my haste.
I hurried back to grab it, but there were too many people waiting to use the elevator. As such, I had to take the stairs through the emergency exit.
Steven was on the third floor. Just as I reached the second floor, I heard a loud thud followed by a terrified scream.
I paused for a moment, wondering if someone had fallen down the stairs.
Just as I was about to head upstairs to check, I saw Steven.
He was holding a bat and was walking down the steps with an indifferent expression on his face.
He was approaching the man who was lying bruised and battered on the ground. Then, Steven mercilessly struck the man with the bat.
Stevenâs expression was chillingly cold.
Due to the blood loss, his face was pale. His eyes looked as if they had darkened significantly too.
Please spare me! Mr. Lincoln Senior was the one who asked me to keep a close eye on you and Ms. Larson. He wanted me to get rid of the baby growing in her womb. I havenât done anything yet, okay? I havenât even touched her! Please, let me go!â the man begged for mercy as he kneeled on the floor.
I stood frozen in shock. I couldnât believe that it was Steven. I thought my eyes must have deceived me.
Steven had just been crying from the pain of getting stitches just moments ago.
âBut you thought about laying a finger on her. That means you deserve to die,â Steven said.
Then, he raised the bat in his hand. His eyes were filled with cold, murderous intent.
I had a feeling that he was really going to kill that man.