Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 116

Michael's gaze bore an intense vulnerability as it locked onto me.

Anxious about the revelation of my true identity, 1 was eager to distance myself from him.

"Stephanie," he called out unexpectedly.

He called me Stephanie. The use of that name brought me to a halt. Gathering my composure, I took a deep breath and chose not to look back.

Zion's brows furrowed, observing Michael as he called me Stephanie. He must be thinking Michael had lost his mind.

"Stephanie..." Michael's voice carried a mix of urgency and confusion as he exclaimed. Rising to his feet, he grasped my wrist tightly, seeking answers. "Stephie? Is that you, Stephie?"

A frown marred my expression. With disdain, I pushed his hand away. "Mr. Ford, have you lost your mind?"

Silence lingered as he stood there, bewildered.

Steven shot Michael a stern warning look. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he led me away.

My legs felt weak from the moment I stepped out of the interview room. I was scared Michael would recognize me. I was afraid he would find out I was actually Stephanie.

"Steven, go to the car." My voice faltered as I looked at him. "Just head straight to the car."

I needed to talk to Zion. The real murderer was still out there, claiming lives. We couldn't afford to delay any longer. Even without solid evidence, we could at least put him under surveillance to prevent further harm.

I had already told Rachel to update Zion on the situation. I was unsure if Zion had uncovered any substantial evidence in these past few days.

With concern in his eyes, Steven delicately held my face. "Stephie... try not to be too upset."

I nodded, gently pushing him. "Hurry up. Go to the car."

A subtle disappointment lingered in Steven's demeanor as he lowered his head and walked away.

I cast a brief glance at him before looking away.

In the corridor, I saw Michael emerging with blood staining both his face and body.

As he walked past me, he abruptly halted in his tracks. In an effort to maintain my composure, I did my best to appear unfazed.

Silence lingered between us, and without uttering a word, he stared at me. Abruptly, he lifted his

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hand as if to touch my face.

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Instinctively, I pushed his hand away, casting a glare filled with profound disgust. My action left him. momentarily frozen.

Suddenly, I flinched. My reflex mirrored the resistance I once displayed when he used to touch me.

These involuntary movements, the expressions, and the nuanced details spoke volumes.

Michael lingered there, scrutinizing me for what felt like an eternity. It was as if he was attempting to see through me.

Frowning, I clutched my hands tightly. "Have you lost your sanity?"

Michael didn't say a word. Once Zion came out, he quickly walked away.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I reassured myself that my true identity as Stephanie remained concealed. Even Steven, it appeared, hadn't entirely pieced together that I was Stephanie. "Were you waiting for me?" Zion approached, asking.

He scrutinized me, his gaze tinged with skepticism.

"I..." I faltered, the impulse to disclose my identity as Stephanie almost slipping out.

However, admitting it might lead him to associate me with Steven and as someone grappling with mental health issues.

"Officer Landon, I'm Steven's wife and his legal guardian. I previously had Miss Rachel update you about the murderer... Did you I asked in a hushed tone, feeling a bit jittery.

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Zion regarded me with caution. "What's your connection to this case?"

After a moment's hesitation, I took a deep breath. "Steven is my husband. I can't stand by while he faces false accusations. I'm determined to find the real culprit and clear his name." After all, Steven was still a suspect. He was currently out on bail.

Zion reluctantly accepted my explanation. "Rachel didn't mention the murderer to me. What's going

on?"

I paused. Did Rachel not inform Zion? Did she still lack trust in me?