Revenge After Death

Chapter 471

The woman wearing glasses exuded an air of sophistication and composure. She appeared to be older than I was. Yet, her flawless and refined complexion made it impossible to guess her true age. I stared cautiously at the woman standing before me, sensing a strange feeling of danger.

"The situation in which Stephany injured Madison's husband was an act of self-defense. It was Madison's husband who attempted to harm Stephany with a knife. She acted to defend herself, managing to grab the knife and fight back, resulting in only a minor injury."

Eason had finally finished vomiting, and now, he could showcase his intellect.

He pushed Joel away in disgust and walked over to Charles and Martin. "As Stephany's father, did you say that your daughter has been emotionally unstable since she was a child?"

Charles furiously pointed at Stephany and exclaimed, "Yes, this little bitch has been a lunatic since childhood. As a parent, I request her to undergo a psychiatric evaluation!"

Eason sneered.

It appeared that the expert had already provided some advice before Charles arrived. It was a shame that Charles didn't seem to grasp it.

"Stephany was taken away by your former nanny, who also became her adoptive mother, shortly after she was born. She has not been living with you ever since. You've never been involved in raising her. So, why do you claim that she has been emotionally unstable since childhood?

"I believe you're the one who's emotionally unstable and in need of a psychiatric evaluation.

"As long as she's a mentally stable person and entitled to basic human rights, no one has the right to restrict her freedom and confine her to an asylum!" Eason added firmly.

The woman with glasses smiled and calmly moved Charles aside before walking to the front. She wore a suit skirt and high heels. She effortlessly took out her phone.

"I have a video here of Stephany instigating a homeless teenager to seek revenge against her classmates. This form of aggression, you see... Shouldn't the family be concerned about this?"

Martin was surprised and smiling. He seemed pleased with today's reinforcements.

Frowning, I glanced at the video playing on her phone. Stephany had been caring for those homeless children since she turned 18. These children deeply respected and admired her, to the point where they would bravely defend her if anyone dared to bully her.

"This video can only show that these children must have witnessed Stephany being threatened and hurt, so they immediately rushed to protect her." Eason made it clear that he would never let anyone take me away today.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Is that so?" The woman smiled and gave Martin a thoughtful glance.

Martin nodded and gestured toward the surrounding subordinates. She was deliberately wasting time to target me...

I saw the people around Martin suddenly turning around and walking toward me. Although he was unarmed, the threat looming over him was exceptionally grave.

Almost subconsciously, I wanted to fight back, but Steven hugged me tightly. He shielded me in his arms, immediately stepping forward and kicking at those about to approach me.

Eason sneered and said faintly, "Only mentally ill patients with violent tendencies can be subjected to

compulsory medical treatment. No agency has the right to confine citizens in an asylum without a court decision.

"Madam, I understand your desire to provoke Stephany. However, it's important to note that even if you manage to anger her, sending someone to an asylum in Huma requires a court decision."

She nodded with a smile. "You misunderstood."

I gripped Steven's wrist tightly. She was deliberately trying to provoke me...

"Stephy, aren't you curious about my identity?" The woman exuded confidence and appeared to have numerous means to have me sent to an asylum.

I looked at her warily. I was not curious at all. Steven instinctively positioned himself in front of me, glaring at her with a clear sense of warning,

"Who are you? Charles is Stephany's father, after all, and Martin is also a member of the Lincoln family. What about you?" Eason signaled to the approaching woman to stop.

"Hi, I'm Nancy Lee, a doctor in the field of psychiatry and also Dr. Peter Jones' senior," she confidently introduced herself as a psychiatrist with a smile.

I glanced at her instinctively. Was she Peter's senior? Peter was approaching 50 years old. I couldn't help but wonder about her age...

"Doctor? You look like you're in your. But you're a doctor?" Eason scrutinized Nancy from head to toe.

Nancy flipped her hair. "Thank you so much. I'm 52 years old."

As soon as Nancy uttered those words, all eyes turned toward her. 52?