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 aa.


    “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 thepany, but because he was Ignatius‘ only son alive, he was put in charge of


    it all these years.


    Thepany 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 sessor from the Lincoln family to


    take over thepany, 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 ident. 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 shed across the sky. The deafening sound of thunder that apanied 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 ident.


    My Breath hitched in my throat, and I trembled uncontrobly.


    “We’re here, Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln,” Ewan said as he opened the car door for me.


    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 umbre. 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 umbre.


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    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 umbre 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


    aplices were.


    Steven didn’t utter a single word. He simply held the umbre 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 ck shirt


    emphasized his prominent facial features, yet it also gave him an air of mystery.