Steven always found his way to become my exception.
He cried even harder. He didnât say anything and continued to cry.
Eason began to feel annoyed, but he didnât dare to say it out loud.
He softly grumbled, âSo pretentious⦠When your wife wasnât awake, you were like a reaper. Even the doctors were scared of you⦠Now, youâre crying like youâve been wronged.â
Steven didnât say anything. He continued to cry, but he didnât wipe his tears. His head hung low, and his tears stained his clothesâ¦
one who saw him would think that they were at fault.
Anyone His large, endearing eyes were teary⦠I almost apologized.
But after thinking about it, it was not my fault. It was he who had been lying to me.
âStop crying!â I threatened.
Steven looked up at me and said in a chokedâup voice, âStephie⦠Donât be so fierce.â
Rachel, Eason, and Zion all turned to look at me, silently berating me for lecturing Steven.
Poor Stevenâ¦
Unsurprisingly, things would be different if we had swapped genders.
If Steven had been a woman, he wouldâve been called a bitch. Even Yasmin would have nothing against him!
Right now, he was just crying, but he got everyone to be on his side.
I looked away and took my phone out of my pocket. After logging in with my parentsâ ID, I handed the diary to Zion.
Zion took a closer look and became confused.
âI understand parents love their children, and they would record their childâs growth from day one.
But your parents⦠started to record from the first day of pregnancyâ¦â
Zion scratched his head.
âThatâs understandable, but why do the entries look so weird?â
I looked at Zion. Since he was a police officer, he must have seen through the abnormality of the diary, âDo you mean that this is a fake diary account?â
Zion shook his head.
âItâs not fake, but the data is too complete. Look, starting from day one, every entry was made at a similar hopte time, and itâs written by the year, month, date, minute, and secondâ¦â
It was very accurate.
Eason paused for a moment, then he took a look at it.
âYouâre right⦠This doesnât look like they were recording a childâs growth but data from a laboratory experiment.â
Rachel was handing me a mug, but it fell to the ground and made a crashing sound.
Breathing rapidly, I looked at Eason. At the same time, Steven covered my ears.
âDonât listen to them and donât read it⦠Stephie, you donât have to think about it if you canât recallâ¦
Iâm here.â
I was almost certain that Steven knew of many secrets, but he had no plans to tell me about them or even let me know⦠He would rather I misunderstood him than tell me the truth.
Could I understand his behavior⦠as a form of protection?
âAs expected of the expert⦠Zion came to a realization. âI knew that something was off about the diary. It does look like experiment records.â
Eason enjoyed the compliment. He proudly raised his chin.
âWell, itâs me, after all. When I conducted drug experiments with lab rats, Iâd make similar records daily. Iâd record the ratâs reaction today and its condition at the same time tomorrow.
âI would observe for months. Some chronic medications would require at least a year of testing.â
My fingers were numb. Out of reflex, I hid in Stevenâs embrace.
What was I afraid of?
âHer parents may have just habitually recorded it that way. Stephanieâs father was a medical professor who studied abroad, and her mother was a professor at Alpha University. So, they must have such habits,â
explained Rachel.
âIâve heard from Stephie that her father started his own business after leaving Highwest Pharma. He was in the medical equipment and medical construction industry.
âLater on, he almost went bankrupt because of the delayed payment from a new construction project for Grace Hospitalâ¦â
Zion and Eason nodded.
âThatâs very possible.â
Suddenly, Easonâs phone buzzed. He picked it up.
âOfficer Grant, something has happened to Yasmin!â
The serial murder case had progressed againâ¦.
And Yasmin was the catalyst.