Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Inside the room, James had given the command for Steven to be beaten up. To put it kindly, he just didn't want Steven to get out and hurt anybody. To put it more directly, he just wanted to let out his anger on Steven.

However, it was obvious that he was holding back and didn't dare to actually kill Steven. After all, the baby in my belly might not be birthed successfully.

I knew that James was just waiting för me to give birth to my baby. Once that happened, he would kill Steven and completely wipe out the so-called black sheep of the Lincoln family.

"What are you doing here?" James asked in a low voice. "Things are getting violent. You should rest up since you're still pregnant."

He instructed a helper, "Take her downstairs."

Steven held his head in his hands, but his gaze was full of hatred and murderous intent.

I knew he would never give in. He wouldn't give in even if they beat him to death.

"I went to the hospital today, and the doctor said my hormones are imbalanced. I need the father of my child to spend more time with me and comfort me so that my hormone levels can go back to normal. Otherwise, I might have a miscarriage," I said quietly, looking fearful.

James scoffed coldly. "Is that so?"

The nanny hurriedly nodded. "Yes, I followed Mrs. Lincoln to her appointment."

The nanny needed James' protection, and she wouldn't argue with me over such trivial matters.

James scoffed coldly again and was pushed in his wheelchair next to me. "Dress up properly tonight. You've earned some respect after bearing a child for the Lincoln family. Dad wants to introduce you to everyone, so you should go get ready."

My heart skipped a beat as I turned to look at the nanny.

Softly, she said, "Mr. Lincoln Senior invited all the VIPS in Oceanville because he's'overjoyed by the news. You... You should be on high alert tonight."

Everyone who was anyone in Oceanville would be attending tonight.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "You can step out first. If Grandpa asks about me, tell him I'm having morning sickness and that my hormones are imbalanced. I need to spend some time with the baby's father."

"Is he going to believe that? What if he asks the doctor?" the nanny asked nervously.

"He won't. Even if he does, it doesn't matter." I was pregnant. As long as I wasn't asking for anything ridiculous, he would say yes.

The nanny nodded and left.

I went back into the room and closed the door. "If the child's birth is a success, they'll kill you," I said quietly.

Steven sat in the corner silently.

He was covered in injuries, and fresh blood was dripping from the corner of his eye.

I took the first aid kit out and helped him clean and dress his injuries. He remained as still as a statue, and even his expression remained the same. What a lunatic. Couldn't he feel any pain?

"What do you think? Are you going to be a sitting duck, or are you going to take up my offer to work together?" I asked softly.

"I'll work with you," he finally uttered after a long pause.

I looked at the gash next to his eye and sighed. "I'll let you out the minute I get a chance."

"No need," Steven said. "Once James is dead, that old git will let me out.

If James was dead, then Ignatius would need a replacement heir for Lincoln Group.

After all, my baby hadn't been born yet. If Lincoln Group landed in an outsider's hands, it would be much harder to get it back.

By then, Steven would have the chance to take the role of the only remaining heir of the Lincoln family.

"A-Are you talking about murder?" I asked without thinking.

Was he about to show his true colors?

Steven's gaze darkened. "He's not worth it."

Steven's gaze betrayed his disdain. It was as if he was saying that James wasn't worth getting his hands dirty for.

I was suddenly a bit scared of how different Steven was when he was serious.

He didn't look like a lunatic anymore. Instead, he seemed like the devil himself.

"What's your plan?" I wanted to know what he was up to.

"All you need to do is protect yourself," Steven said, leaving my question unanswered.

I didn't dare to ask any more questions about it. I was planning to leave after helping him dress all his injuries.