StarNovelChapter 284 "How do I rescue you out once you're inside?" I asked softly.
Steven fell silent. I knew that it would be hard to get out once he was inside. A person like Peter would never let Steven out until he was done toying with him and controlled him to his satisfaction.
"Trust me. Don't believe in what anyone says after I go in, especially Peter," Steven said. He figured that Peter would surely use him to threatenonce he went into the asylum.
I held onto my hands tightly, unable to assure him that I wouldn't be threatened. But I couldn't understand why Steven had to go into the asylum in order to meet Peter.
"Don't trust Peter, and don't approach him. Stay away from him." Those were Steven's last words toright before he was brought away by the police.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Your parents used to entrust you tobefore they passed away, Stephie," Peter said as he walked over as soon as Steven left, sighing. "Who knew "Who knew that a renowned psychiatrist would actually go along with others in legends like soul reincarnation?" I said with a cold chuckle.
Peter looked at Steven, who had entered the car with the officer, and smiled.
He said, "Perhaps high-dimensional life forms really exist among us then, and we are all but mere ants to them." "High-dimensional life forms like what?" I asked while looking at Peter in alert.
"What if, the person whom the public had coined a psycho and a lunatic, was actually a genius who was the closest to the truth?" Peter said while throwing a meaningful look at me.
My chest tightened slightly as I took a step back.
"My condolences," Peter said, patting my solders before he left.
Martin's expression turned green when he saw that the media was not taking his side. He snorted coldly when he walked past me. I knew that once Steven was in the asylum, Martin would do everything in his power to cafter me.
"Hurry up and send Ignatius for cremation," Martin said, seemingly impatient.
"Are you about to leave now, Mr. Martin?" Ewan asked as he reached out to stop Martin.
Another batch of police rushed over and checked the ice coffin. One of them said, "Someone lodged a report and said that Mr. Ignatius died of unnatural causes. We will need to open an investigation and conduct an autopsy." Martin's face darkened. This was evidently a blow dealt by Steven. Martin sent Steven into the asylum, and so Steven retaliated by calling the police. He had claimed that Ignatius did not die of natural causes but was murdered.
Chapte 234 7/2 As long as Ignatius' body was not cremated and buried, all of them wouldn't be able to fight for the Inheritance. If they couldn't fight for the inheritance, they wouldn't be able to cafterbefore Steven cback. He was trying to protect me.
"Ignatius died of natural causes. I believe there is no need for an autopsy out of respect for the deceased. I believe Martin spoke while gritting his teeth.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm| "What do you believe? I think that there's something fishy about this. As the wife of the heir, I have the right to request an autopsy. Otherwise, Mr. Lincoln Senior wouldn't be able to rest in peace," I interrupted Martin's words.
Martin glared atthreateningly. His fists were balled up tight as he gritted, "Fine, so be it." He left after that. I let the police take Ignatius' body away.
No wonder Steven had mentioned that the funeral wouldn't go through. Surely Ignatius did not die of natural causes, but the investigation would Butt be difficult. As such, this matter would be shelved, at least until Steven cback.
Michael said, "I will make you believe me, Stephie. He is a psycho and he was the one who kept pestering you. You did not love him, and you chose E to run away from him after knowing the truth back then. He's a lunatic, and he wants to hurt you. He used to hold you captive!"
He then walked over toand looked around before saying softly, "Martin would surely cafter you, Stephie! I'm the only one who could protect you now. Please believe injust this once, okay?" When Michael saw that I was looking at him indifferently, he started getting anxious and said, "How can I make you believe in me, Stephie? I know I was wrong-" His voice was trembling as he held onto my shoulders.
He then said, "Your parents own a social media account that they left their logs in. My mom has the account's password. You should go and take a look at it. You'll understand after that."
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