I’m Steve’s guardian, Mr. Martin. You have no right to decide on my behalf!” I stood protectively


    before Steven and looked at the bodyguards warlly.


    “Who the hell do you think you are? Are you even worthy of speaking to Mr. Martin? He’s the one


    calling. the shots now!” Someone stepped forward to speak up on Martin’s behalf.


    It was within my expectations. Steven had cut off their benefits, which had pissed everyone


    Steven looked sharply at the person who’d spoken. It was as if he were looking at a corpse.


    off.


    “If you want blood to be shed, you can go ahead and try me.” I remained before Steven. I wasn’t


    going anywhere.


    Martin didn’t care about my survival, of course. He was only here to aggravate Steven and see


    whether Steven was really insane. They were both trying to get a feeling of each other’s bottom


    lines, and I was a hurdle in Martin’s way.


    Martin must’ve already looked into Stephany’s background, though. I was the daughter of the


    Larson


    family, and I’d just severed ties with Charles. Charles must’ve already proven his loyalty to Martin,


    so


    Martin was sure I wasn’t capable of anything.


    And in truth, I wasn’t. Not now, anyway. I could only bet on Ewan and hope he’d be able to fight


    back. This time, however, he merely stood to one side, looking calm. He didn’t show any sign of


    wanting to interfere.


    Didn’t the Lincoln family have their own bodyguards? I couldn’t allow anyone to take Steven away.


    “Mr. Martin, the people from the asylum are here,” one of Martin’s bodyguards said.


    Ewan gave Steven a meaningful look, but thetter remained silent and unmoving.


    “I won’t let you take him away, Mr. Martin.” I clenched my fists. I didn’t know how I could help


    Steven.


    “Don’t be scared. I’ll go with them,” Steven said in a small voice behind me..


    I was taken aback. Then, I turned to look at him. “No way!”


    I didn’t want him to return to the asylum anymore.


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    “I’ll be fine.” He knew Martin was just testing him.


    “You can’t go there…” I said shakily. I didn’t know why I was so afraid of him being taken to the


    asylum. Was I traumatized by Michael forcing me to watch videos of Steven when I’d been in the


    asylum?


    “Don’t be scared, Stephie.” Steven shook his head at me.


    I grabbed his wrist and tugged it. He said softly, “Don’t be scared. I’ll be right back.”


    He didn’t wait for the people to catch him. He headed out himself. I refused to let him go; I didn’t


    want him to go to the asylum.


    These people had to be on Martin’s side. They wouldn’t let Steven have an easy time in there.


    You’re pregnant, Mrs. Lincoln. You have to stay calm. Ewan stopped me and shook his head at


    me.


    I didn’t know whether they had some sort of n. Then, I heard Steven say to Ewan before getting


    into the car, “Speed things up and destroy the Lincoln Group.”


    I thought my ears were ying tricks on me. Had I heard him say he wanted to destroy the Lincoln


    Group? Was he going to destroy it if he couldn’t have it? Was that his n?


    “You must be tired, Mrs. Lincoln. I’ll take you home,” Ewan said.


    I could only stand by and watched as Steven was taken away in the car from the asylum. A wave of


    helplessness washed over me. I asked Ewan softly, “Is Steve really a psycho?”


    “When someone wants you to be insane and you have no power to fight against them, you don’t


    have a choice.” Ewan stared at the car as it left. “But all butterflies will eventually break out of their


    cocoon. Don’t


    you agree?”


    I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.


    “The shares are still in Mr. Lincoln’s hands. Once he dies, they’ll go to Steven. Now that Steven’s in


    the asylum, you’ll stand a chance, Mr. Martin…”


    “Yeah, exactly. Now that you’re the one calling the shots, you have to help us, Mr. Martin.”


    The people in the house were still excitedly discussing the Lincoln family fortune and Ignatius‘


    inheritance. But they’d forgotten one thing–Ignatius was only paralyzed, not dead.


    My guess was that Martin’s next move would be to get rid of him and me, now that Steven was out


    of the


    picture.


    “Is Mr. Lincoln Senior safe here?” I asked Ewan.


    After a pause, he said, “Not everyone is as kind as Mr. Lincoln is.”