Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 820

One of the parents started to say, "We're sorry, Mr. Lincoln. We'll apologize to you."

"Please spare us this once!" The parents of the other students started panicking and lowered their heads meekly.

Brock gave a nervous glare at Kiara, urging her to apologize as well.

"I'm sorry, Xan. Can you talk to your father for us? We're all still kids. Please don't hold it against us this time, okay?" Kiara choked up as she spoke. She then turned to look at Timothy. "Can you help us talk to Mr. Lincoln?"

Timothy frowned, wanting nothing more than to blend into the background. He could barely keep himself out of trouble, yet Kiara was now dragging him into her mess.

As expected, Stephanie's sharp gaze instantly turned toward him.

She chuckled coldly. "Aren't you such a womanizer?"

It was clear that she saw him as an even bigger jerk now.

Timothy almost choked. He wasn't sure how he should differentiate himself from Michael and show her that he wasn't a jerk. "Mrs. Lincoln, I-"

"I'm not interested in what you have to say," Stephanie interrupted him and turned to Xan. She was only interested in her daughter's thoughts.

Xan contemplated for a bit as she looked at the young women on the hospital beds.

Ashton once told her that she shouldn't push it too far with someone, otherwise they might bite back.

However, she thought that she had to root out the problem completely, lest it came back to haunt her. She hated dealing with any kind of trouble.

"Can I bury them?" Xan asked seriously, her gaze fixated on those on the hospital beds.

She was already thinking about how to dispose of them completely without any traces for the police to catch on." Should I dissolve them using chemicals, burn them, feed them to wild animals, or crush their bones"

Timothy covered Xan's mouth before she could continue talking. He awkwardly looked at Stephanie and Steven, saying, "She's joking, Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln. She's just joking."

He was afraid that they might think of him as a bad influence on Xan.

But in reality, Stephanie was seriously considering Xan's thoughts.

The chemicals wouldn't work-hazardous chemicals had to be registered, so they could be traced. As for burning bodies, they would need to go to a crematorium, and a certain temperature had to be reached. But that wasn't exactly a difficult task either.

It was too easy for Stephanie and Xan to dispose of a person completely without a trace.

While they were both still contemplating, the young women on the hospital beds were already shaking like leaves. Those who were particularly timid burst into tears.

Everyone started pointing fingers at each other, insisting that it was the other person's idea and triggering a full- blown internal conflict.

Xan smiled as she watched them argue with each other. She suddenly thought that they were rather interesting and wanted to keep them around to play with.

"We should let it go this time, Mom. We can bury them the next time instead," she softly said.

There wouldn't be anyone left for her to play with if they were killed just like that. Timothy also wouldn't think that she was weak and always bullied. And she wouldn't be able to get closer to him if he did not feel the need to protect her.

That was why every type of person had a role to play in this society-be it the good, the bad, the wicked, the

ruthless, the killers, or the thieves.

Every type of person was an essential part of the fabric of this society.