Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 115

I was leaning back in the chair, just casually watching Michael as if I were engrossed in some TV show.

I mean, hadn't he always believed Yasmin and not trusted me? Now, the evidence was right there in his face. I really wanted to see if he could come up with any more excuses. Once the recording was over, everyone's expressions darkened.

Zion leaned back in his chair. He was constantly fidgeting with a lighter even though smoking wasn't permitted in the interview room.

"This involves someone's life," Zion uttered in a low, deep voice.

Michael remained silent throughout. His face showed no emotion, but the atmosphere slowly became

more tense.

I could tell he was pissed off, and I meant utterly pissed.

"Michael, you and Yasmin are the ones responsible for her death. You're both murderers." Rachel's voice sounded exhausted, as if she couldn't muster the strength to argue anymore.

Michael's demeanor remained subdued as he stared at Zion coldly. "So, what's the point of bringing this lunatic here? Isn't he the one who committed the murder?"

Michael turned his accusation toward Steven.

I felt a sudden urge to laugh, yet my chest still ached.

I stood up abruptly, locking eyes with Michael. "You're truly disgusting."

"The murderer may not necessarily be him," Zion said in a deep voice, evidently discounting Steven's

involvement to some extent.

Steven remained seated in silence.

Lost in my focus on Michael's mood, I hadn't noticed Steven beside me. His demeanor had turned intense. He was seemingly on the verge of losing control. With an icy glare at Michael, he suddenly stood up and went for him. Punch after punch landed on Michael's face. It was as if he intended to kill Michael.

I stood there in shock for a while before rushing over quickly to grab Steven. "Stop it..."

"Why should I? I'm going to kill him!" Steven turned to me. Michael's blood was smeared on his face.

My eyes welled up as I reluctantly released my grip on Steven. "Even if you kill him... can Stephanie come back to life?"

Michael's face was a bloody mess as he leaned against the wall, laughing maniacally... He made no attempt to defend himself.

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It felt like he had completely lost his mind. He genuinely appeared insane. Sure, Steven might be labeled a lunatic, but Michael appeared even more unhinged than him. "Go ahead, hit me! Come on, do it!" Michael taunted Steven.

He probably felt like he deserved a good beating.

Steven, breathing heavily, threw another punch.

Zion, standing nearby, watched with indifference. As he checked the time, he said, "Alright, that's enough."

He could have stopped it from the beginning, but he didn't. Beyond rules, there was still a sense of humanity.

Somehow, Zion also believed that Michael deserved to be punched.

I wondered if a couple of punches might jolt him back to reality and make him regret what he did to

1. me.

'Michael, you're just despicable..." Rachel's voice trembled. "Both you and Yasmin deserve to die."

After saying that, Rachel turned to run away.

I stood there, holding onto Steven.

Other officers rushed in. They were kind of confused about who to nab. "Officer Landon... he assaulted

someone..."

"He's mentally ill," Zion said in a deep voice before turning and walking away.

I gripped Steven's hand tightly, whispering, "Steven, let's go home."

My words seemed to shap Steven back to reality. He looked at me, stood up with those teary eyes, and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

He was apologizing to me. Dropping his head and cupping my face, he went on and on with the apologies.

But what was he apologizing for? I had no clue.

"It's okay, let's go home," I reassured him.