Chapter 93 The Wrong Person Is You

Steven finally understood the whole story.

"So that's how it is! That's how you see it." He nodded.

"But, is there some kind of misunderstanding about this?" He looked down at Clara, meeting her hateful gaze.

Then Steven lowered his voice and slowly said, "Actually, I'm the kind of person who's tough on the outside but soft on the inside."

"How could I bear to watch a child die in pain?"

"So later, I brought medicine to your house."

Clara's eyes widened. "You're lying!"

"No, I'm really not lying. I went to your house, think carefully. Right, you were too focused at the time, so you might have forgotten," he replied.

A hint of regret appeared in Steven's eyes. "Actually, Jack was still alive at that time. I clearly saw his chest moving."

"But how could you just..." Steven sighed.

"He had a chance to live, but you took away his chance to survive. You are such a good grandmother!" Steven's eyes turned dark, and his tone became extremely cold.

Clara's mental state was already unstable.

Now, hearing his words, she became even more chaotic.

A look of panic flashed in her eyes.

Could it be that Jack wasn't really dead? Did she accidentally cause Jack's death later?

"Impossible! Jack was already dead at that time, you killed him!" she yelled out.

Steven laughed loudly and pointed at Elinor. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Mrs. Kelly! Wasn't there still hope for Jack?"

Clara turned her head blankly, looking at Elinor on the steps.

Seeing Steven's sinister smile, Elinor couldn't help but feel a chill.

No wonder Steven didn't kill Clara directly but talked to her for so long.

It turned out he didn't just want Clara dead; he wanted her to suffer, to die in extreme pain.

Elinor looked down at Clara and slowly nodded. "That's right, Jack actually had a chance to be saved."

"I was the one who contacted Steven, and he agreed to bring the medicine."

"But you didn't wait for him to come and mistakenly thought Jack was already dead. If you had waited a little longer, maybe he wouldn't have died."

Elinor didn't say the last few words because she felt that doing so would already hurt Clara enough.

Clara covered her face in despair and cried out in pain, "Impossible! It's not like that, I didn't know he was still alive. I thought he was already dead!"

Her mind had long since collapsed; her memories were chaotic, and sometimes she didn't even know what she was doing.

Clara had lived until now, fueled by her hatred for Steven.

But Steven and Elinor's words made her unable to distinguish reality.

Could it be that the person who caused her grandson's death wasn't Steven but herself?

Steven suddenly shouted loudly, "So that's how it is!"

"You are such a good grandmother. You said you loved your grandson, but you ended up causing the death of your still-living grandson!"

"You really loved him!"

"Your son and daughter-in-law entrusted their grandson to you, did you live up to them?"

Clara's eyes were unfocused, and she clutched her head, crying out in pain.

"It's not like that, it's not like that!"

"Yes, it is!" Steven replied on purpose.

"It's not like that, it's not like that!"

"Yes, it is! It was you who did it!" he continued.

Clara cried out in pain and despair.

Steven stood by, laughing and continuing to torment her soul.

Even Elinor felt a chill.

A person like Steven, Elinor would rather die than provoke him!

He was terrifying when he tortured people!

Clara suddenly screamed and slammed her head into the wall.

She had completely broken down and lost the will to live.

Death was the best release for her.

But at the critical moment, Steven played the good guy.

He was so kind-hearted; of course, he couldn't bear to see his neighbor die in front of him.

Steven shouted, "No!"

Then he kicked Clara away.

Clara fell to the side and then rolled down the stairs to the lower level.

Steven said earnestly, "Mrs. Lewis, you must have hope in life, don't think about dying!"

"After all," his smile grew wider, "you sacrificed your grandson to stay alive! If you die, how will you face your family?"

Clara was spitting blood and couldn't speak, but her eyes were full of pleading towards Steven. "Stop, please, stop talking!"

At this moment, neighbors from several floors heard the commotion and came to watch.

Steven pointed at Clara and shouted, "Look, Mrs. Lewis is so desperate that she wants to commit suicide!"

"How strange, how did she survive for so long? Do you still have food at home?" he added.

The neighbors' eyes showed extreme disgust upon hearing this, even if some people would do anything to survive.

But no one could do such a thing to their own family.

That was their last moral boundary!

Under these gazes, Clara's mental breakdown worsened; she spat out large mouthfuls of blood, her eyes full of struggle and pain.

"She won't last long, at most half an hour before she freezes to death." Elinor walked to Steven's side and said.

Steven's blows were heavy, causing her internal organs to rupture.

"Freeze to death?" Steven frowned.

"That's too cruel. In this cold weather, letting her freeze to death, I can't bear it!" he pretended to say.

The neighbors looked at Steven in surprise.

Could it be that Steven was going to spare Clara?

Only Elinor, who knew Steven, glanced at him helplessly. "What do you want to do?"

Steven sighed. "Her life hasn't been easy, let me warm her up before she dies!"

He pretended to reach into his clothes to take something out, but he was actually taking a bottle of alcohol from the extradimensional space.

He unscrewed the cap and poured the alcohol on Clara.

Seeing this, the neighbors understood what Steven wanted to do.

They were speechless, but they also felt it was very reasonable; after all, this was Steven!

When had he ever shown mercy to others?

After pouring the bottle of alcohol, Steven quickly stepped back, lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a few puffs, and then threw it over.

The flames instantly roared to life.

Soon, the stairwell was filled with extremely tragic screams.

Steven didn't look back and turned to leave.

The other neighbors hurriedly made way for Steven, their eyes full of fear.

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