Revenge After Death

Chapter 470

Martin shot a piercing look at Charles and Nadia, his voice resonating with authority. "Enough with the idle chatter. Let's take her away. It seems that her mental well-being is deteriorating rapidly."

Martin was about to forcefully snatch me away directly. If a regular individual were to be imprisoned in an asylum, they would likely be subjected to torture and driven to madness.

The iron door was forcefully knocked open. They were fully prepared and determined to take me away. They wanted to separate me from Steven and then focus on dealing with him.

"Hey! What are you doing? This is a public space, and the law governs society. Please show more respect to the police." Martin's subordinates hurried into the yard just as Zion's old off-road vehicle arrived.

After getting out of the car, he casually lit a cigarette and leisurely surveyed the scene before casting a protective gaze toward me, Steven, and Joel. The gaze seemed to say, "As long as I'm here, no one will lay a finger on you."

Meanwhile, Eason, looking pale, got out of the car. He stumbled toward the flowers, where he eventually vomited.

Steven frowned in disgust and glanced at Joel. "Please keep him away, he's so embarrassing... I have mysophobia."

Joel pointed at himself. "Why am I the one who should take him away?"

"Aren't you two privately engaged?" Steven asked casually.

Joel was stunned in disbelief. "When did it happen? Why didn't I know?"

Steven nonchalantly leaned against the door frame and reiterated, "Right now, you depend on me for your sustenance, education, clothing, and even the shoes on your feet. All are financed by me."

Joel gritted his teeth and declared, "Just wait until I get into college and succeed in starting a business. I'll surpass you in wealth."

After uttering those words, Joel approached Eason with a gloomy expression and contemptuously lifted him.

Eason turned around and began to reprimand Zion, "Could you please replace your broken car? If it doesn't fall apart, I just might."

Martin's expression was somber and uncertain as he said calmly, "Officer Landon, even though you're a police officer, it's not your place to meddle in the affairs of the Lincoln family."This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Madison promptly added, "Yes, this is our family issue. She's struggling with mental illness. She allowed a dog to bite her sister and stabbed my husband. It's necessary for her to undergo a psychiatric evaluation.

Zion frowned as he explained, "A health certificate from a reputable hospital is required to ascertain whether she has a mental illness."

"I'm her biological father, and it's only natural that I take her to the hospital," Charles said angrily.

"Immediate family members have the right to request a psychiatric evaluation for her. If the evaluation results indicate that she does not have a mental illness, then her family does not have the authority to send a mentally stable individual to a mental hospital.

"But what if she's indeed diagnosed with a mental illness?" Suddenly, a woman emerged from the car behind.

The woman wore a formal suit, and her smile was about 70% similar to mine. If Stephany looked 70% like me, then the woman in front of me seemed even more similar to me than Stephany.

It was clear that she exuded professionalism and confidence with her business attire and sleek, rimless glasses. With a confident smile on her face, she adjusted her glasses. She appeared certain that after I underwent a psychiatric evaluation, there would certainly be some issues discovered.

It was because Stephanie was born with a mental illness, leaving her with a profound lack of feelings, understanding of emotions, empathy, and the ability to comprehend sadness and joy. She believed there was no chance I could successfully pass a psychiatric evaluation.

I took a deep breath, my palms slightly sweaty. To be honest, I didn't have much confidence in myself either. If these people had to evaluate me psychiatrically, I was afraid it wouldn't turn out well.

"Stephie..." The air around Steven suddenly dropped to its lowest point. Like a fierce creature awakened by something, he extended his sharp thorns and shielded me with his embrace from behind.

He stared warily at the woman who looked somewhat similar to me, his voice trembling. "Stephie... I should hide you and kill them all..."