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.”

him to be far crazier than

never reawaken. Who cares about the baby in your belly?” Michael sneered and clasped my chin.

to keep me by his side as

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

gaze was icy. “That’s not something you

Michael was just as

night when my husband unleashed those dogs

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Ford?” I asked..

last night to go along with him. Oh, how I wanted to see something other than pride and coldness on Michael’s face. Michael ground his teeth together. “I’d advise you to take the smarter route. I know

clearly uncovered some more information.

threatening me?” I met

him. “You could say that.”

with your resources? If I’m truly a murderer, you’ll be committing a

reminded me to not stray from the topic, saying, “Just come find me after you divorce

had already drafted an agreement

divorce Steven.

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

knitted together,

how important a president’s

I asked.

stopped nearby the Lincoln residence, and I got out of the car.

I waved my phone at Michael. “I’ve already recorded the conversation we had. earlier about harboring