Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 132

Chapter 132: CHAPTER 132 Chapter 132: CHAPTER 132 Ewan was quick and efficient.

Mick soon spilled everything €“ he told us that Dax’s assistant had given him money and instructed him to lead a riot at the Black 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 replace 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.” Dexter 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 Dexter; I just know that we have a common enemy.” Common enemies, to be exact €“ Martin and Dax.

The fact that Ewan had chosen to stand with Dexter 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 Dexter.

“I understand.” Ewan nodded.

“I’ll do exactly as you and Mr.

Black 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 Black 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 playthings and cared more about his career.

Still, things would sometimes get out of hand when he was having fun with his playthings.

Ewan gave me a complicated 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, Dexter would eventually be able to gain a steady foothold in the Black Group.

“The doctor said that everything’s fine, Sophia.

This is just a regular prenatal check,” Dexter 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.

Congratulations, Mr.

Black.” I took the report from him and, for some reason, congratulated him.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was taken aback.

Why did I congratulate him?

Had he always wanted to be a father?

Or had I promised him something in the past?

Dexter stiffened.

Then, he threw his arms around me and held me tightly.

His voice was hoarse as he said, “Thank you, Sophia.” 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 blame Dexter 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 place €“ 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,” Dexter 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.

I sat in the corridor as I waited for him to return.

Then, I saw Damien.

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.

I ignored Damien and turned to focus on the middle-aged man.

When I laid eyes on him, my heart clenched.

He seemed so, so familiar… Who was he?

I tried my damnedest to recall who he was, but nothing came to me.

When he saw me, he approached me with a smile.

I was instinctively repulsed by him and wanted to get up to leave.

He looked at me appraisingly, seemingly seeing right through me.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms.

Miller.

My name’s Peter Jones, and I’m a psychiatrist.” I was taken aback.

A psychiatrist?

“I’m Wendell Milford’s classmate from elementary school.

We grew up together, and we’re the best of friends.” He seemed to be saying these things for my benefit.

He was telling me that he and my father weren’t just acquaintances.

I stared at him in shock.

Wendell Milford was Sophia Milford’s father.

“Sophia was sick as a child, and I was the one who was in charge of treating her,” Peter continued with a smile.

Despite being a middle-aged man, there was something about him that made him stand out.

Damien stood beside him, looking like he was closely watching my every move.

It pissed me off.

Their appraising gazes made me feel like they were watching a lab rat in a cage.

“Is it any of my business whose friend or doctor you are?” I frowned.

Peter smiled.

“Sorry, I’ve overstepped my boundaries.” Damien explained, “My mother sought Dr.

Jones out and asked him to treat me.” I sneered.

“What, have you really lost your mind?

If you have, you should go to an asylum.” Peter didn’t say anything as he watched us.

He was smiling gently, but there was something about it that made my skin crawl.

“Sofia…” Damien had learned his lesson.

He didn’t call me “Sophia” today.

“I’m sorry for the trouble I’ve caused you.

I mistook you for Sophia Milford because of my own issues.” I wasn’t used to him suddenly being such a gentleman.

I huffed and looked away; I didn’t know what he was trying to do.

“I’m really sorry,” Damien apologized again before leaving with Peter.

He’d acted so out of character that I couldn’t help feeling that something was wrong.

My sixth sense told me that something was amiss.

After they turned the corner, I followed them secretly.

Then, I heard Damien ask Peter, “Did you manage to catch anything?” “Your guess might be correct,” Peter answered.

“Then… what should I do?” “Sophia had a strong self-consciousness.

After being aggravated, she would choose to seal certain memories that she didn’t want to recall as a way of protecting herself.

With some mental cues, we can…” I couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence.

I frowned.

I knew that Peter wasn’t up to anything good.

“Mrs.

Black,” Ewan suddenly said from behind me.

“The car’s here.” He made me jump.

I turned to look at him.

“Did you see the guy with Damien Coleman?

His name is Peter Jones, and he says that he’s a psychiatrist.” He nodded calmly.

“I know him.

He’s the best psychiatrist in Huma, and he’s considered the voice of authority in the industry.

Mr.

Black Senior had once hired him to treat Mr.

Black.” “It didn’t work?” I subconsciously asked.

“He said that Mr.

Black is fine,” Ewan said.

“I guess that’s what all voices of authority are capable of.” I took a deep breath.

“Yeah.

What sort of authority is he?” “He said that Mr.

Black’s fine and that Ms.

Sophia Milford, who was fine, was sick.

That’s ridiculous, isn’t it?

I heard that he first started working in the asylum that Mr.

Black was in.” I glanced at him, feeling like he was insinuating something.

He seemed to be deliberately saying these thingsthings to me