Ewan meant that Steven would leave Ignatius alive, but Martin wouldnât.
I didnât say anything. I knew it wasnât something I could stop. Once Martin got rid of Ignatius, I would be next.
On my way back to Stevenâs house, I texted Rachel, âRach, Martin had Steve forcibly taken to an asylum.
What can I do to get him out?â
Rachel cursed. âFuck! Look, donât panic. Tell me where the asylum is; Iâll try to think of something.
There werenât many people I could trust nowâRachel was definitely one of them. I sent her the asylumâs address. Soon, however, she replied and told me there wasnât any record of Steven being admitted there.
My heart clenched as I gave Ewan a fearful look. âAre you sure they took Steve to the asylum?â
He didnât answer me.
âStop the car!â I yelled. âGo after that car from earlier, Ewan!â
Instead of doing that, he pulled over and turned to look at me. âThe most important thing now is to keep you and the baby safe, Mrs. Lincoln. Thatâs my priority.â
âWell, mine is to ensure Steveâs safety. Did Martin have him taken to the asylum or not?â My temples were throbbing. I knew I shouldnât have allowed Steven to get into the car.
Ewan soon received a phone call. I vaguely heard the person on the line say the asylumâs people had gotten into an accident on the way there. An overloaded truck had crashed into them and sent the car flying down the cliff. Everyone in the car had died.
My vision turned black for a split second. I grabbed Ewanâs shirt with trembling he what happened.â
nd said, âTell meâ¦.
âAn accident happened.â Ewanâs voice seemed to be getting further from me. My vision blurred, and the ringing in my ears grew louder.
âStephanieâ¦
*Stephany?â
There were various noises around me. Then, I lost consciousness, When I came to, I was already lying in my room at Stevenâs villa. I shot up and staggered out of the room. I wanted to hear that Steven was safe and sound, but the villa was completely empty. I was alone. Even Leo was gone.
Suddenly, Stevie barked in the courtyard. I saw a figure climb over the wall, followed by several more. I 27 knew they were here to get rid of me.
We now lived in a civilized society, but behind affluent families like the Lincolns lived a group of criminals who couldnât care less about the law.
Stevie bared its teeth and snarled at the men. It pounced on them when they werenât paying attention, making them howl in pain.
I hurriedly reached for my phone, wanting to call the police. Stevie was only a dogâit wouldnât hold out for long.
But when I pulled out my phone, I noticed the traces of blood under my nails. It took me aback. I checked my hands carefullyâI wasnât injured, so where had the blood come from?
This wasnât the time to think any further. I called the cops, then grabbed a club from the corner and ran downstairs.
I saw the men holding Stevie down. It was no match for them.
âLet the dog go!â I cried. Then, I saw the man in the lead brandish a knife and swing it toward Stevieâs neck.
âNo, donât!âI shrieked. I ran forward but tripped and fell onto the grass.
Suddenly, there was a shout of pain. Stevie had bitten one of the men and broken free. It ran toward me.
It was covered in blood, and it whimpered in my arms.
My eyes turned red, and my fingers trembled, âStevie.