Revenge After Death

“Is there no other way?” I asked.

“Yes…” Steven stared at me.

For a moment, I felt that not only was he not stupid, but he was even as clever as a fox. He was just waiting for me to step into his trap.

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Steven said seriously, “Tomato juice can make two lines appear on the pregnancy test strip, which

blood can temporarily deceive them. But the Lincoln family has a family doctor. They’ll take your after they take you out.

“You won’t be able to hide your fake pregnancy then. Unless you’re sure you can escape from them after leaving here.”

It would’ve been better for him not to mention such a method. It was useless.

Of course, I was unsure. I didn’t even know what it was like outside. “How do you know so much? What did you major in in Stamford?”

He didn’t answer me. Right then, my stomach growled with hunger, but I still refused to eat.

After carefully sorting out Stephany’s memories, I discovered that the Larson family had investigated Steven before she married him.

He majored in chemistry and minored in medicine, finance, and computer. He was also proficient in multiple languages.

He was a very rare genius.

Holding my head, I glanced at Steven as I wondered why the Lincoln family wasted such a genius.

No wonder they wanted to keep his genes–he was excellent.

He looked at me. “Do

you need a child?”

He didn’t seem to feel shy or ashamed at all.

I choked. “Let me consider it.”

He nodded, looking at the time. “You still have eight hours to consider. If you’re late, your chances of conception will decrease.”

I collapsed on the bed. What sins had I committed?

I dared not close my eyes now. I would think of the past as long as I closed my eyes.

Those memories were like hell, constantly torturing and eroding my soul.

“Stephie, eat something. Eggs are fine.” Steven peeled a boiled egg for me.

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He seemed to worry that I would feel disgusted with him and added nervously, “I’ve washed my hands”

I quickly took the egg and ate it. I was too hungry.

I was curious. Did Stephany starve to death?

Lying on the bed, I looked at Steven, who was still peeling eggs. I asked tentatively, “Steven, have your ever thought about your future? Are you going to be controlled by others your whole life? You’re capable. Don’t you want to resist?”

He didn’t speak, but he nodded after a long time. “I will resist.”

He was boring, but he was indeed good–looking.

Did there really exist a person in the world who had an angelle face but a devilish heart?

He was a rare genius who had been scouted by Stamford. He was the one that the Lincoln family should compete for. Why did he end up like this?

How many secrets did he have?

Why did he fall from a genius to a crazy and mentally disabled person? He was even forced by the Lincoln family to continue the family line.

“Let’s have a baby,”

I thought for a long time and suddenly figured out something.

If I got pregnant, I would become the person the Lincoln family needed to protect the most. After all, I would be giving birth to an heir they needed to carry on their family line.

With this identity, I could use their power to help myself.