Revenge After Death

Ha! Was this considered karma?

It didn’t matter if Steven was the murderer or whether James deserved it, but a scumbag like James deserved 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 was too 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 infertile son. 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. Ignatius was old, and the Lincoln Group couldn’t withstand any more hardships. James was an idiot who couldn’t manage the company, but because he was Ignatius‘ only son alive, he was put in charge of it all these years.

The company seemed fine to outsiders, but it was fragile on the inside after being in James‘ hands for

so many years.

Since Ignatius wasn’t getting any younger and there was no successor from the Lincoln family to take over the company, the scheming people within the Lincoln Group would go all out to take charge.

Besides, the baby in my belly was still young, and there was no guarantee that I could give birth to it smoothly.

Whether Ignatius would be able to live long enough to see my child grow up and inherit everything was 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 smart he 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 gaze drifted, and so did my thoughts.

Before my death, I was most afraid of the rain because it had poured heavily on the day my parents had the car accident. I was afraid of thunder and rain. I was scared of the dark and afraid of enclosed

spaces too.

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I used to long for someone to hug me when I was scared. I had also desperately hoped that Michael would 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 it made 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. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

I tried my best to pretend that I was fine, but when there was another crack of thunder, I couldn’t help 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 probably killed

me?

“Don’t be scared, Stephie,” he said softly. His voice was hoarse and low because of the injury to his throat. 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.

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 you anymore,” 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’s accomplices were.

Steven didn’t utter a single word. He simply held the umbrella for me and held my hand, then he led me back to my room.

“Good night,” I said to him. Something had befallen James, so I was in a good mood

Steven’s hair was drenched with the rain, and his face was pale. The dark color of his black shirt emphasized his prominent facial features, yet it also gave him an air of mystery.