1 nced around cautiously and reached out to pull Rachel close to me.


    “Anyone there?” Rachel whispered, her gaze fixed on the alley.


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    I shook my head and focused on the figure not far down the alley.


    Sensing our gaze, the figure swiftly disappeared.


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    ncing at Steven, I noticed the lingering hostility in his eyes as he stood in the dim alley,


    resembling Satan emerging from hell.


    I cautiously called out, “Hey, Steve?”


    He turned to look at me.


    I could see the hostility in his eyes fading away quickly, reced by an innocent look as he said, ”


    Stephie, I feel dizzy.”


    Then he copsed onto me. His towering six–foot frame sprawled over mine.


    I barely had a chance to resist. I could only let him rest on me.


    “He looks skinny but weighs a lot,” Rachel remarked as she helped me support Steven, guiding him


    to the roadside.


    He appeared dizzy, his entire weight bearing down on my back.


    I muttered, “Why is he so heavy…”


    Rachel hailed a cab, and together we helped Steven into it.


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    “Let’s head back to the Lincoln residence first,” I whispered, urging Rachel to follow me.


    Rachel nodded in agreement, curious to learn more about Steven.


    Throughout the journey, Steven leaned against me. His forehead was feverish. He was truly sick.


    I touched his forehead and sighed.


    If he wasn’t the murderer, nor an aplice, what kind of rtionship did he have with the


    murderer?


    “Are you really married to Steven?” Rachel whispered. “Is he truly your husband? Can he even get


    married? He’s…”


    Rachel asked softly and pointed at her head.


    I understood she meant Steven had mental illness.


    “Even though he’s good–looking, can he, you know, perform normally in marriage?” Rachel


    whispered.


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    Her question almost caught me off guard. Indeed, she was still the Rachel I knew, always curious


    about such matters.


    “Indeed, he is my husband, and well…it’splicated.” I rubbed my temples and pondered how to


    exin to her.


    I woke up and realized I was suddenly married? And now I was carrying our child?


    As for whether he can handle it… “He’s pretty normal, just has his asional moments.”


    Rachel looked curious. She leaned closer. “Really? I thought he’s just a pretty face, you know? God


    gave him looks but skimped on brains. ”


    “He’s really smart, a genius.” I instinctively defended Steven. “He got into the college’s genius


    program when he was barely a teenager, quite a rare talent.”


    Rachel was shocked and pointed at Steven. “Him?”


    I nodded and nced at Steven.


    He seemed a bit uneasy, nuzzling in my embrace. I quickly patted him. “Almost home, time to


    sleep.


    But I didn’t see the smile on his lips.


    Rachel was taken aback. “I can’t believe it…”


    The car stopped in front of the Lincoln residence. Rachel and I got out and dragged Steven out


    exhaustively.


    The Lincoln residence yard appeared lively, with a lot of people present.


    Supporting Steven, we entered the courtyard, and Austin hurried over.


    ‘Help Mr. Lincoln to get some rest,” I whispered softly.


    Austin nodded. “Something bad has happened to both Mr. Lincoln Senior and Mr. James.


    “Rumor had it that Mr. Lincoln Senior became enraged and suffered a stroke in Montavia, and even


    if he were to awaken…”


    Austin sighed, this was a drastic change for the Lincoln family.