Inside the room, James had given themand 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 sessfully.


    I knew that James was just waiting f?r me to give birth to my baby. Once that happened, he would


    kill Steven andpletely wipe out the so–called ck 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 imbnced. I need the father of


    my child to spend more time with me andfort 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 imbnced. 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 sess, they’ll kill you,” I said


    quietly.


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    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 recement heir for Lincoln Group.


    After all, my baby hadn’t been born yet. If Lincoln Groupnded 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 n?” 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 nning to leave after helping him dress all


    his injuries.