Revenge After Death

Chapter 810

Feeling wronged, Steven rubbed his chest pitifully. There was nothing else he could do other than to indulge Stephanie.

"Are you guys crazy?" Xan wasn't planning to avoid the hit, yet the young woman's slap did not land on her. Her hand was grabbed and pushed away by the young man.

He looked livid as he said, "Ashton went overseas, but I'm still here. Try bullying her again if you dare!"

Xan's eyes were almost shooting hearts as she looked at the young man's back dreamily.

Stephanie was exasperated. She forgot that Xan was at the age when she was into blondes-which meant nothing but trouble.

"Xan's eyes are shining!" Unlike Stephanie, Steven was beyond delighted to see that Xan was starting to act more like a regular young lady.

Stephanie felt frustrated knowing that he, as a father, couldn't understand what she, as a mother, was worried about. She was concerned that Xan might experience heartbreak from getting hurt by jerks.

Unable to vent, she elbowed him once again.

Steven was stunned, wondering why he had to be elbowed twice when he did not say anything wrong at all. Meanwhile, the young man shielded Xan behind his back and said, "I better not catch you bullying her again!" "She's a dimwit, Timothy Ford! What do you even like about her that you have to bring her along everywhere?" that young woman spat, pointing angrily at xan. "What's so great about her anyway?"

Stephanie was seething in the corner. "What? He's a Ford? He's definitely a jerk!"

She pushed up her sleeves and was about to lunge forward once again, but Steven held her tight in his arms.

"He probably isn't related to Michael," he hurriedly comforted her.

Stephanie elbowed Steven once again. "Why must you bring him up out of nowhere?"Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Michael, who was protecting Ashton on the other side of the globe, would probably feel aggrieved if he knew what Stephanie had said about him.

"My uncle asked me to take care of her. She's Ashton's sister, so she's just like my sister as well. Don't create unnecessary trouble!" Timothy said with a frown. He then held Xan's wrist, wanting to leave with her.

Stephanie was in a fit. She wanted to head over. "Uncle? Who's his uncle?"

She would have to cut off any possibilities between Xan and that young man if his uncle turned out to be Michael. "Calm down," Steven coaxed while hugging Stephanie.

Timothy took Xan's hand and walked off, but she suddenly stopped moving.

He turned to look at her, asking, "What's wrong?"

Xan was blankly looking toward a corner. "My mom and dad..."

She wondered why Steven and Stephanie were constantly fighting, but soon realized that this was her university. Why would they be fighting here? Was this some sort of a new game for them?

While Steven continued to calm Stephanie down by hugging her, Xan was already standing in front of them.

Upon realizing they had exposed themselves, they straightened themselves up, looking embarrassed. "Oh, what a coincidence, Xan!"

"Haven't you been following me since I went out, Mom and Dad?" Xan bluntly called them out, looking blankly at them as she wondered what they were up to now.

"Come here." Stephanie planned to steal her away to give her a good talking to. She wanted Xan to stay away from

jerks.

"What's your relationship with Xan?" she asked, eyeing Timothy warily.

He scratched his head and said, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln, I'm Ashton's best friend. Before he went overseas, he told me to take care of Xan in the university. There's nothing between-"

"Why are you holding her hand if there's nothing between the two of you? Don't you know it's impolite to do that? What a jerk!" Stephanie scolded him before pulling Xan away.

Steven took a deep breath and patted Timothy's shoulder. "Don't take it to heart. She might have misunderstood you."

Timothy scratched his head again before mumbling, "Do I look like a jerk?"

Steven studied him carefully and found that he really did look like one.

Meanwhile, Xan quietly defended Timothy, "He's not a jerk, Mom!"

Stephanie got angrier and said, "How is he not a jerk? He looks exactly like a jerk!"

As expected, the more she looked at Timothy, the more she found him resembling Michael. She was sure that he was a jerk.