Chapter 312: Chapter 312

If protecting me was his instinct, would he become more lucid if I harmed myself?

“Stephanie Michael looked at me in panic, urgently calling for Angel to bring me the medical kit.

I frantically pushed Michael away and picked up the glass shard from the floor. ‘Steven! Let’s go home!”

Just as I was about to stab my neck with the glass shard, Steven’s hand suddenly lifted and grabbed the bloodied glass from my hand.

“Psycho! Both of them are psychos… Yasmin retreated in fear and fell down to the ground, fainting from the shock Her forehead was bleeding Only then did I realize I had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the glass.

“Ms. Bailey” the butler exclaimed.

Michael didn’t have time to think about it. He rushed over to check on Yasmin’s condition.

I didn’t care whether Yasmin lived or died. My hands trembled as I held Steven’s face, my forehead pressed against his, speaking softly, “Steven, let’s go home…”

Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stared at Steven and me with cold eyes. Then, he laughed maniacally.

Outside the courtyard, a car screeched to a halt. Zion, Rachel, and Eason had arrived.

Eason saw Steven and me with blood on our hands and angrily pulled out a document. “Jake has dropped the charge. Steven only got violent because he was provoked!

“We don’t believe that Steven lacks the ability to control his actions. He’s still a natural person. His guardian will decide whether he stays or leaves!”

I breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally here…

I had sent Zion a distress message when we were coming downstairs.

I hadn’t expected Eason to come to help Steven…

“Stephie…” Rachel rushed over in panic, looking at my hands.

I smiled at her and shook my head.

We had finally… won for once.

Before Peter arrogantly took Steven away, our helpers had arrived.

Peter looked at me coldly, his smile still playing on his lips as if to tell me that we could never escape.

wonload Steven for a moment.

“That lunatic gave him some kinds of drugs,” I whispered.

Eason got furious and punched Peter. “It seems you’re the one who needs mental treatment. Who allowed you to drug him?”

Peter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing coldly. “If you think the use of drugs is unreasonable, feel free to report me to the Health Commission or other departments.”

Eason gritted his teeth. “Of course, I’ll report you.”

Peter laughed and left confidently.

He was confident that all his actions and treatments were reasonable.

“Steven, let’s go home…” I took Steven’s hand.

He looked dazed but obediently followed me like a puppet.

“Stephie!” Michael was holding Yasmin as he rushed to the hospital, but he anxiously shouted my name, hoping I wouldn’t leave with Steven.

“Take care of yourself and the woman in your arms. Next time, I won’t just use her head to break the glass, “I warned coldly, leading Steven into the car.

“Hey, I heard that these drugs can make people obedient and do whatever they’re told,” Eason said excitedly as he got in the car, looking at Steven with great interest. “Steven, you’ve been drugged.

Be a good boy and call me ‘Master‘.”

I looked at Eason with a headache, tolerating him only because he had just punched Peter. But he had gone too far. While Steven was unconscious, he tried to pinch Steven’s face.

“I’ve always been jealous of you, genius. You’re so handsome. Let me, your master, touch you a bit,” Eason muttered. “This opportunity won’t come again.”

Suddenly, Eason’s screams filled the car as Steven fiercely bit Eason’s hand, refusing to let go as if he had gone mad.

I was startled and quickly tried to pry Steven’s jaw open. “Steven, be good. If you keep biting, his finger will break…”

Eason cried out in pain, cursing under his breath, “Damn it! Did Peter give him expired drugs? Let go! Steven, you damn…!

“Okay, okay, you’re my master! Steven, I was wrong! Let go, Master!”

I felt pity for Steven, but Eason’s words made me laugh. I found myself laughing even as tears streamed down my face.

This time, we had won. But what about the next?

I held Steven tightly.

How could I protect Steven better?

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Suddenly, a large truck sped out of an alley, heading straight for us.

At that moment, Steven’s stiff body suddenly wrapped around me protectively.

My breathing quickened as my consciousness began to fade.

Protecting me… had become Steven’s instinct.

Steven…