Ewan was quick and efficient. Mick soon spilled everything -he told us that Dax’s assistant was


    the one who’d given him the money and instructed him to lead a riot at the Lincoln Group. He


    refused to admit that he’d pushed me, though.


    I didn’t probe too much. My goal had been to drag out the person behind Mick, anyway. It was clear


    to everyone that Dax was behind everything, but he’d managed


    to get away every time so far.


    It didn’t matter, though. I could get rid of his people one by one and rece them with my own. After


    all, he had Martin behind him, and their roots ran deep.


    “Martin’s getting on in years, and Dax is his only son. Think about how sad Martin would be if he


    were to lose his only heir.” Steven had gone to collect the medical report with the nurse, so I spoke


    to Ewan. “I know you’re smart, Mr. Bart. I don’t care why you’ve approached Steve; I just know that


    we have amon enemy.”


    Common enemies, to be exact–Martin and Dax.


    The fact that Ewan had chosen to stand with Steven as soon as Ignatius fell was enough to tell


    Martin and Dax that he was ready to wage war against them.


    They were as ruthless as they came, so there was no room for Ewan to lose this war


    now that he’d chosen to work with Steven.


    “I understand.” Ewan nodded. “I’ll do exactly as you and Mr. Lincoln have instructed.”


    “Can we sneak any of our people into Dax’s life?” I asked.


    Ewan faltered. “He may not be as cautious and sensitive as Martin, but he’s still strict when


    choosing his subordinates. I’ve thought of a few ways, but he generally doesn’t allow anyone other


    than his confidants near him. Besides, all the people around him have to get past Martin.”


    I chuckled. It looked like Martin kept Dax on a tight leash. Still, all children had a rebellious streak


    somewhere. I refused to believe that Dax was an exception to the rule.


    “Let’s approach this differently. We can’t keep waiting around for Martin. How about


    we try doing something about Dax’s bedfellows? Men, in general, are no match for


    feminine wiles,” I said.


    Upon meeting Dax, I knew that all the men in the Lincoln family were perverts who


    couldn’t keep it in their pants. James had been like that, and so was Dax.


    They weren’t exactly the same, though. Dax thought of women as his ythings and


    cared more about his career. Still, things would sometimes get out of hand when he


    was having fun with his ythings.


    Ewan gave me aplicated look. Then, he nodded.


    I figured that if Martin lost Dax, he probably wouldn’t have any other trump cards or


    bargaining chips. That way, Steven would eventually be able to gain a steady


    foothold in the Lincoln Group.


    “The doctor said that everything’s fine, Stephie. This is just a regr prenatal check,”


    Steven said when he came back. He still looked as silly and innocent as always. It


    was as if he was a pure white sheet.


    A voice in my head kept telling me that I had to protect the sheet and keep it white.


    “That’s good. Congrattions, Mr. Lincoln.” I took the report from him and, for some


    reason, congratted him.


    As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was taken aback. Why did I congratte him? Had


    he always wanted to be a father? Or had I promised him


    something in the past?


    Steven stiffened. Then, he threw his arms around me and held me tightly. His voice was hoarse as


    he said, “Thank you, Stephie.”


    Despite his words, I couldn’t help but feel diffident. I’d forgotten about him, abandoned him, and


    even fallen for someone else. Did he really… not hate me at all?


    At times, I felt like I wouldn’t me Steven if it turned out that he’d really lost control and murdered


    me. I was the one who’d done him wrong in the first ce–I’d forgotten about him and fallen in love


    with someone else when he was at his lowest.


    I’d even gotten pregnant!


    “Let’s go home.” I wanted to take him home. My chest felt stuffy.


    “The doctor wants to see me,” Steven said mysteriously. He told me that the doctor had some


    things to tell him, so I let him go without thinking too much about it.


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    I sat in the corridor as I waited for him to return. Then, I saw Michael. He looked like


    he was almost fully recovered, which made sense. Bad things never died, after all.


    He was walking with a middle–aged man and talking about something. When he turned around the


    corner, he saw me and stopped, He looked like he wanted to say


    something to me.