Revenge After Death

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 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.

be able to live long enough to see my child grow up and inherit everything was

to change

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

finally returned to Huma. It suddenly started raining..

the window and watched as the pedestrians rushed by. My gaze drifted, and

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

spaces too.

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was scared. I had also desperately hoped that Michael would wrap his arms around me when I was scared

rub salt into my wounds and make

Boom!

that accompanied it made my whole body stiffen, and 1 started

day when I was eighteen. when my parents

my throat, and I

Lincoln,” Ewan said as he opened the car

fine, but when there was another crack of thunder, I couldn’t help but fall back into

walked over to me and covered me with his coat.

You won’t get wet,” he

to see him holding an umbrella.

this familiar feeling? Was he a part of the memories that I

Stockholm Syndrome and had developed feelings