Revenge After Death

Chapter 203

Chapter 203

There was a clue on medicines, and even though it was hard to investigate, it would eventually lead to Simon.

Also, I had already seen him at “Stephanie’s” house. He was the first to be exposed. It was only a matter of time before the police found him.

However, he happened to be the very person who nearly killed Michael and was arrested by police. It was too coincidental.

I whispered, “He doesn’t have a red birthmark on his arm, does he?”

If there wasn’t one on Simon’s, then there had to be someone else involved.

I didn’t trust my memory, but I indeed held onto the arm of the person who killed me before I died. I noticed a red birthmark on his arm. I couldn’t be mistaken.

Zion patted Steven’s shoulder before returning to the interrogation room. He wanted to see what Simon

was up to.

“When did you begin supporting Simon?” I whispered to Steven, holding his hand tightly.

Steven lowered his head. “After suffering severe burns, he began relying on social welfare assistance. The orphanage couldn’t provide sufficient support. They were unable to find adoptive families for these

innocent children who were caught in the fire and suffered burns.

“They could only transfer them to a welfare home and had the welfare agency cover the medical

expenses.

“But the world is complex. Many donations and charity funds can’t reach the victims and solve the

fundamental problems, He was living in pain.” Steven glanced up at me. He wasn’t sure if I could

understand.

Indeed, I felt suffocated for a while. Severely burned victims with organ failure due to infection were fighting to stay alive. They were extremely desperate and had to depend on drugs for survival and pain

relief.

“After being rescued from the asylum, I went back to the orphanage and waited…” Steven continued after

a brief moment of hesitation.

“Simon also returned to the orphanage at the same time. We were both in a similar situation. I would give Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

him the money I earned from collecting bottles and selling scraps so that he could buy medicine. Later,

the Lincoln family found me, and I requested them to take care of him.”

I realized that Steven was a kind person as I got to know him better over time. In my current memory, when Steven was little, he used to protect me. He knew he would be severely punished for fighting, but he

still did it.

I leaned on his shoulder and said softly, “As long as it doesn’t involve you, it doesn’t matter.”

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Simon could have become an evil person seeking revenge for the fire and use Steven as a cover. This could be a possible explanation for the criminal motive. However, I still felt that something was amiss.

“The police have many ways to investigate and will solve the case soon. And… Zion is capable,” I murmured to reassure Steven, but in fact, I was reassuring myself.

“Zion is kind of smart.” Steven rarely complimented anyone.

Zion was considered an intelligent person among the police. He secretly investigated the orphanage, discovering many secrets and truths that he couldn’t reveal as a policeman.

Zion’s presence likely affected the person behind the scenes. His team was extremely dedicated to finding the real culprit.

This was a case of serial murders. Zion was pressured to close the case as soon as possible. The higher- ups even instructed Zion to arrest Steven and make Steven surrender to close the case. This led to an argument with his superiors. Zion was a responsible person.

Phil’s words that day disclosed this information.

“But not very smart,” added Steven.

I was confused. He praised Zion as smart, but not very smart.

“Now that Simon is arrested, others will be arrested soon too.” I was still hopeful. Simon didn’t kill me in

the orphanage basement, but the person who did would surely be caught soon.

Zion was a responsible police officer. He would definitely help me solve my case, find the murderer, and

let me rest in peace.

No… It was inappropriate to say I could rest in peace since I had been reincarnated.

“Mike! Mike!” As we waited to see if Michael would pull through, we heard crying in the distance.

I frowned. Wasn’t he still alive? Was she here for a funeral?