Female Novel
Chapter 181
Chapter 181
I understood that Aunty Lois was planning to ruin Steven in the same manner as we did
Michael.
I took a deep breath and got up from the couch. I wanted to ask Steven about the animal
abuse.
However, when I turned around, Steven was already sitting on the stairs. He gazed at me withreddened eyes, as if he were deeply aggrieved.
“Stephie…” Steven said softly, “Don’t settle it in private.”
“Michael won’t go down so easily. He’ll definitely fight back. In the worst–case scenario, he’ll only bedetained for 15 days,” I told Steven.
Despite its significant impact on the Ford Group, this incident wouldn’t result in severe punishmentfor Michael.
“Detained for 15 days…” Steven seemed rather excited about it.
As long as Michael faced the music, he would be happy as a lark.
“Do you think the Ford family would just sit back and watch?” I sighed and sat next to Steven. “Youdon’t want to mess with The Ford family, especially Aun-
“Especially Mrs. Ford. It’s not the 15–day detainment that concerns them, it’s the impact of thisincident on the company.”
Steven wrapped his arms around his legs and hunched over them with a pitiful expression. Helooked like a huge abandoned dog.
I stared at him with a complicated gaze before saying, “When you… have an episode, do you abuseanimals?” novelbin
Steven was startled as he looked back at me in silence. I noticed that his eyes were somewhatemotional too.
Was he aggrieved? Depressed? Or perhaps, upset?
Was he accusing me of not trusting him?
“Then how do you explain this photo?” I showed him the photo that Aunty Lois had sent
to me.
Steven glanced at the photo and looked up at me. “If I say no, will Stephie believe me?”
Honestly, it was difficult for me to blindly believe him when the proof was right there in front of me.And I was also aware that he was incapable of controlling himself during his episodes.
“Steve… The Ford family will exploit this to the fullest in their publicity. They will attack you for yourmental illness and blow it out of proportion…” I lowered my head, dreading how cruel the ensuingpublic opinion could be toward Steven.
But lucky for him, he seldom checked his phone. Otherwise, he would be in another level of hell.
Shortly after, Aunty Lois sent me an article. It was a post published the year before, and the titlewas about paying attention to stray animals.
The article discussed the common occurrence of animal abuse among the homeless population andhad a picture of Steven holding a kitten covered in blood attached next to
1. it.
The article was highly critical, likely written by a journalist, and nearly reduced the homelesspopulation to being utterly worthless.
The post had received millions of views when it went viral that year.
I didn’t know how Steven went through it.
Public opinion sure could be a double–edged sword.
“Stephie… You don’t trust me, do you?” Steven’s voice was hoarse, as if he was on the verge oflosing it again.
He grabbed my arm, searching my eyes for a sense of trust. However, upon finding nothing,disappointment washed over him.
Steven lowered his head as his eyes gradually reddened. Then, with tears streaming down his face,he stood up and left.
“Steve…” Instinctively, I reached out and held his hand, hoping for an explanation.
But Steven seemed to be very sensitive about the cat abuse incident.
“Steve?” I called again, but he ignored me and ran off to the room.
This was the first time I had seen him react so emotionally in front of me.
Chapter 181
I rubbed my temples.
Honestly, anyone would feel suspicious after seeing that article and photo. So, Steven. couldn’tblame me for doubting him, especially since he refused to explain himself.
But I was just worried.
I was worried that he might get hurt by the public opinion the Ford family was about to instigate.
So, I searched for the incident about a homeless teenager abusing a cat that occurred in theprevious year.
As expected, there were numerous photos and videos in the search results.
In one of the videos, the videographer bumped into Steven in the alley and struck Steven with astone and a stick.
After that, Steven huddled in a corner and was tightly clutching onto something. His forehead andbody were grimy, and there were traces of blood on him.
I was aware that Steven had suffered a lot during his days as a homeless person, but I had no ideathat he had been through this much.
He could have fought back…
“Why didn’t you fight back?” I murmured in a hoarse voice.