Revenge After Death

“Hmph. Many big names in Huma will show up tonight.” Ignatius scoffed and led me downstairs. He offered, “I’ll introduce you to them later as you’ll be my granddaughter–in–law soon. It’s about time you bear a son for the Lincoln family as well.”

I was aghast at his remark. Why did he need me to produce a son? It wasn’t like the Lincolns had a throne to be passed to a male heir.

However, when I considered the Lincolns‘ wealth and status in Huma, it did seem that they had a significant amount of inheritance to pass on.

“Grandpa…” I put on a look of stress. “Sure, babies conceived naturally are healthy and smart, what if I give birth to a girl?”

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“You’re still young. I have some years left in me as well. Don’t worry, you can keep making babies in the next few years until you get a son,” Ignatius suggested impassively.

My lips twitched. Did he see Stephany as merely a tool for childbirth?

Anyway, Steven would remain of use to the Lincolns as long as I hadn’t produced the male heir that Ignatius so wished to see. I started wishing that I’d give birth to a girl.

“How did Steve… go mad?” I whispered curiously.

“Steve?” Ignatius shot me a glance. I wondered if they addressed him as “Steve” at home.

Suddenly, it struck me that Steve was Steven Lincoln to the Lincolns. “Oh, I mean Steven.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Ignatius explained coldly, “He was a smart kid, even a genius. Too bad he was driven crazy…” After some silence, he looked at me warily. He was reluctant to air the family’s dirty laundry.

He added, “Don’t worry about that. Just focus on producing an heir. That’s the best thing you can do for us.”

I nodded obediently. “Sure.” Although Ignatius did not reveal anything to me, I assumed that Steven’s current condition had everything to do with the Lincoln family.

“But Grandpa, I’m quite scared. There are rumors out there that Steven is a killer… A serial killer who targets women. Even the maids at home are gossiping about it. Is that true?

“The doctor advised me to spend more time with the baby’s father, but I’m afraid that he’ll…” I put on an act to gauge Ignatius‘ response.

“Oh, he might be crazy, but he’s no killer. Take my word for it. The rumors are baseless. For the safety. of you and your child, you should keep a distance from him, though,” replied Ignatius, who sounded. confident that Steven was not a murderer.

If so, why was he at the crime scene, and what was he doing there? How was he connected to the murderer?

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Ignatius had invited many big names in the business world to the Lincolns‘ dinner party. The Fords, just second to the Lincolns in power, were naturally present at the event.

However, I was surprised to see Michael showing up alone. Did he really treasure Yasmin so much that he’d rather keep her tucked away at home during her pregnancy?

“Mr. Ignatius, is this your precious granddaughter–in–law?” a guest greeted Ignatius with a smile.

Ignatius looked cheerful. The Lincolns had been regarded as a success in business but were rumored to be heirless. He’d, of course, take the opportunity to introduce me to everyone at the party.

“This is Stephany, my granddaughter–in–law. She’s also the daughter of John Larson of Larson Group,” Ignatius introduced me to everyone with a smile, attracting looks of surprise from the guests.

Those who were in the know would understand that I was nothing more than a babymaker that the Larsons gave away to the Lincolns. No family in their right mind would marry their daughter to a madman or a psycho killer.

Michael’s gaze landed on me. Looking irked, he interjected, “Mr. Ignatius, I see that your granddaughter–in–law is here. What about your grandson?”

It was a hostile question that stemmed from his deep resentment for Steven.

Hah. What a ridiculous man!

Ignatius‘ expression crumbled. He was about to speak when his assistant rushed over in a panic, saying, “Mr. Ford, something has happened to Mrs. Ford! According to the police, she has been taken by the murderer.”