Chapter 312

If protecting me was his instinct, would he become more lucid if I harmed myself? "Stephanie!" Michael looked at me in panic, urgently calling for Angel to bring me the medical kit. I frantically pushed Michael away and picked up the glass shard from the floor. "Steven! Let's go home!" Just as I was about to stab my neck with the glass shard, Steven's hand suddenly lifted and grabbed the bloodied glass from my hand. "Psycho! Both of them are psychos..." Yasmin retreated in fear and fell down to the ground, fainting from the shock. Her forehead was bleeding. Only then did I realize I had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the glass. "Ms. Bailey!" the butler exclaimed. Michael didn't have time to think about it. He rushed over to check on Yasmin's condition. I didn't care whether Yasmin lived or died. My hands trembled as I held Steven's face, my forehead pressed against his, speaking softly, "Steven, let's go home..." Peter couldn't believe what he was seeing. He stare