Revenge After Death

Chapter 163

My expression grew uglier by the second.

I looked up at Michael and said, “Stop it!”

I was afraid that Stephany really was connected to the killer in some way and that she’d been using these children for that purpose.

Right now, I was Stephany Larson. So, it would be hard for me to discharge myself if Stephany was found to be an accessory to the murders.

“Now will you be good and get in the car?” Michael threatened.

I ground my teeth and got in. I wanted to know why he was threatening me in the first place.

you want?” I firmly looked at him.

“What do you

“I’m the only person who can help you, not that lunatic, Steven Lincoln.” Michael looked coldly and proudly at me. “I want you to divorce him.”

I clenched my hands together. “Why are you so insistent on my divorcing Steve, Mr. Ford? I’m pregnant with his child, you know?”

I purposely mentioned my pregnancy in order to make Michael stop targeting me. But that only made him sink more into his madness.

Michael gazed feverishly at my stomach. “Stephie… was pregnant too.”

I suddenly found him to be far crazier

family no longer has any heirs–Mr. Ignatius had a stroke and James will never reawaken. Who cares about the baby in your belly?” Michael sneered and clasped my chin. “You should feel lucky for having

just wanted to keep me by his side as

I don’t look like Yasmin at all. Plus, she’s not dead yet.” I

gaze was icy. “That’s not something you should

clicked my tongue. I felt that Michael was

my husband unleashed

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Ford?” I asked..

how I wanted to see something other than pride and coldness on Michael’s face. Michael ground his teeth together. “I’d advise

uncovered some

you threatening me?” I met his gaze.

closer to him.

truly a murderer, you’ll be committing a crime by harboring

about that.” Michael reminded me to not stray from the

was that Michael had already drafted an

divorce Steven.

grave crime. We’re technically in the same boat now, aren’t we? “I asked sweetly.

brows knitted

important a president’s reputation

I asked.

had stopped nearby the Lincoln residence, and I got out of the

had. earlier about harboring me, so if