Zion’s face was grim as he looked at me. “Ms. Larson, you shouldn’t be here.”


    I stayed quiet. After the police cleared the scene, I got up to find Steven,


    Iwondered if he had followed me here.


    Frantically, I searched for Steven. When I finally spotted him across the street, still standing in the


    rain, relief flooded through me.


    He was still here.


    “Steven…” I wanted to run to him, but the road was too crowded with cars.


    “Stephie, don’t move,” he called out. Rushing over, he draped his jacket over my shoulders


    protectively.


    “Should we go home?” His gentle voice calmed my nerves.


    I nodded, taking onest look at the crime scene.


    “That madman won’t cease his onught,” I murmured.


    The murderer would continue his spree until he felt satisfied.


    “I’m looking for him too,” Steven said.


    I looked at him. “Why won’t you say his name?”


    Steven shook his head. “Because I’m not sure either.”


    I frowned, feeling unsure if I could trust Steven.


    Back at the old Lincoln residence, I took a hot shower and then curled up in bed with a warm drink.


    Steven came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and squatted beside me. “Feeling better?”


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    I nodded, feeling somewhat calmer. “Can I ask you a question?”


    Steven nodded.


    “Why did you say those people who died deserved to die?”


    I wanted to know what those people had done.


    Steven lowered his gaze, clenching his hands into fists.


    Despite bearing scars from past burns, his fingers were exceptionally attractive.


    If he had never been injured, he would have been God’s perfect masterpiece.


    “They started the fire,” he said. Recalling those painful memories, he trembled.


    I held Steven’s hand and instinctively pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay… It’s all in the past now.”


    I took out my phone and messaged Zion, “Steven mentioned that the deaths are linked to the


    orphanage fire.”


    Shortly after, Zion replied, “You don’t need to worry about it.”


    I sighed heavily and leaned back on the bed.


    It dawned on me that Stephany was unreliable.


    Rachel must have noticed something off about Stephany, or else she wouldn’t have suddenly


    be so cold and distrustful toward me.


    However, I wondered what she had discovered.


    “Stephie, promise me… Don’t get involved in this matter anymore, okay?” Steven said anxiously,


    hoping I wouldn’t get dragged into it again.


    “Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln, Mr. Lincoln Senior is back.” The butler, Austin, knocked on the door.


    Ignatius had returned from his trip, but now he was bedridden and would require constant care.


    Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I ruffled Steven’s hair. “Let’s go downstairs and see


    Grandpa,


    won


    The troubles of the Lincoln family were enough to weigh heavily on anyone’s mind.


    With Ignatius paralyzed and unable to speak or make decisions, it seemed likely that the other


    Lincolns would take advantage of him.