Female Novel
Chapter 79
Chapter 79
Ha! Was this considered karma?
It didn’t matter if Steven was the murderer or whether James deserved it, but a scumbag like Jamesdeserved to be in a coma.
“Mr. Ignatius is on his way back already,” said Ewan
Steven didn’t say anything. He simply turned to look at me. I was distracted, thinking that this wastoo much of a coincidence.
“Let’s head back then,” I said.
The Lincoln family had lost another family member. Now Ignatius wouldn’t even have an infertileson. The only ones left were the “crazy” illegitimate grandson, Steven, and the baby in my belly.
I didn’t know what this would mean for Steven, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Ignatiuswas old, and the Lincoln Group couldn’t withstand any more hardships. James was an idiot whocouldn’t manage the company, but because he was Ignatius‘ only son alive, he was put in charge ofit all these years.
The company seemed fine to outsiders, but it was fragile on the inside after being in James‘ handsfor
so many years.
Since Ignatius wasn’t getting any younger and there was no successor from the Lincoln family totake over the company, the scheming people within the Lincoln Group would go all out to takecharge.
Besides, the baby in my belly was still young, and there was no guarantee that I could give birth to itsmoothly.
Whether Ignatius would be able to live long enough to see my child grow up and inherit everythingwas another question.
Things are going to change for the Lincoln family.
In the car, I looked at Steven and felt that it was a shame. If he wasn’t mentally ill, with how smarthe was, he could definitely lead the Lincoln Group to greater heights and a brighter future.
After a few hours, we finally returned to Huma. It suddenly started raining..
As I sat in the car, I looked out the window and watched as the pedestrians rushed by. My gazedrifted, and so did my thoughts.
Before my death, I was most afraid of the rain because it had poured heavily on the day my parentshad the car accident. I was afraid of thunder and rain. I was scared of the dark and afraid ofenclosed
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I used to long for someone to hug me when I was scared. I had also desperately hoped that Michaelwould wrap his arms around me when I was scared
Unfortunately, he would just rub salt into my wounds and make me feel worse than ever.
Boom!
Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky. The deafening sound of thunder that accompanied itmade my whole body stiffen, and 1 started trembling
It was just like that day when I was eighteen. when my parents met with that accident.
My Breath hitched in my throat, and I trembled uncontrollably.
“We’re here, Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln,” Ewan said as he opened the car door for me.
I tried my best to pretend that I was fine, but when there was another crack of thunder, I couldn’thelp but fall back into my seat.
Steven got out of the car, walked over to me and covered me with his coat.
“Don’t be afraid. You won’t get wet,” he said.
Startled, I raised my eyes to see him holding an umbrella. My breath hitched.
Why did he always give me this familiar feeling? Was he a part of the memories that I had lost?
Or did I have Stockholm Syndrome and had developed feelings for the person who had probablykilled
me?
“Don’t be scared, Stephie,” he said softly. His voice was hoarse and low because of the injury to histhroat. But it gave people a sense of security.
I got out of the car and stood beside him under the umbrella.
I used to feel scared when I heard his voice, but now I felt safe, which made me anxious. novelbin
Would I get brainwashed if this continued?
The rain pattered against the umbrella as I stared at him for a long time. He didn’t say anything and.just looked down at me quietly.
“Mr. Ignatius has gone to Montavia. No one would bother us for now, and no one would bully youanymore,” I said in a whisper.
I could get my own things done tomorrow. I had to find out the truth and also find out who Steven’saccomplices were.
Steven didn’t utter a single word. He simply held the umbrella for me and held my hand, then he ledme back to my room.
“Good night,” I said to him. Something had befallen James, so I was in a good mood
Chapter 20
Steven’s hair was drenched with the rain, and his face was pale. The dark color of his black shirtemphasized his prominent facial features, yet it also gave him an air of mystery.