Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: CHAPTER 41 Chapter 41: CHAPTER 41 Inside the room, James had given the command for Dexter to be beaten up.

To put it kindly, he just didn’t want Dexter to get out and hurt anybody.

To put it more directly, he just wanted to let out his anger on Dexter.

However, it was obvious that he was holding back and didn’t dare to actually kill Dexter.

After all, the baby in my belly might not be birthed successfully.

I knew that James was just waiting for me to give birth to my baby.

Once that happened, he would kill Dexter and completely wipe out the so-called black sheep of the Black family.

“What are you doing here?” James asked in a low voice.

“Things are getting violent.

You should rest up since you’re still pregnant.” He instructed a helper, “Take her downstairs.” Dexter held his head in his hands, but his gaze was full of hatred and murderous intent.

I knew he would never give in.

He wouldn’t give in even if they beat him to death.

“I went to the hospital today, and the doctor said my hormones are imbalanced.

I need the father of my child to spend more time with me and comfort me so that my hormone levels can go back to normal.

Otherwise, I might have a miscarriage,” I said quietly, looking fearful.

James scoffed coldly.

“Is that so?” The nanny hurriedly nodded.

“Yes, I followed Mrs.

Black to her appointment.” The nanny needed James’ protection, and she wouldn’t argue with me over such trivial matters.

James scoffed coldly again and was pushed in his wheelchair next to me.

“Dress up properly tonight.

You’ve earned some respect after bearing a child for the Blackwell family.

Dad wants to introduce you to everyone, so you should go get ready.” My heart skipped a beat as I turned to look at the nanny.

Softly, she said, “Mr.

Black Senior invited all the VIPs in Oceanville because he’s overjoyed by the news.

You… You should be on high alert tonight.” Everyone who was anyone in Oceanville would be attending tonight.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“You can step out first.

If Grandpa asks about me, tell him I’m having morning sickness and that my hormones are imbalanced.

I need to spend some time with the baby’s father.” “Is he going to believe that?

What if he asks the doctor?” the nanny asked nervously.

“He won’t.

Even if he does, it doesn’t matter.” I was pregnant.

As long as I wasn’t asking for anything ridiculous, he would say yes.

The nanny nodded and left.

I went back into the room and closed the door.

“If the child’s birth is a success, they’ll kill you,” I said quietly.

Dexter sat in the corner silently.

He was covered in injuries, and fresh blood was dripping from the corner of his eye.

I took the first aid kit out and helped him clean and dress his injuries.

He remained as still as a statue, and even his expression remained the same.

What a lunatic.

Couldn’t he feel any pain?

“What do you think?

Are you going to be a sitting duck, or are you going to take up my offer to work together?” I asked softly.

“I’ll work with you,” he finally uttered after a long pause.

I looked at the gash next to his eye and sighed.

“I’ll let you out the minute I get a chance.” “No need,” Dexter said.

“Once James is dead, that old git will let me out.” If James was dead, then Ignatius would need a replacement heir for Black Group.

After all, my baby hadn’t been born yet.

If Black Group landed in an outsider’s hands, it would be much harder to get it back.

By then, Dexter would have the chance to take the role of the only remaining heir of the Black family.

“A€“Are you talking about murder?” I asked without thinking.

Was he about to show his true colors?

Dexter’s gaze darkened.

“He’s not worth it.” Dexter’s gaze betrayed his disdain.

It was as if he was saying that James wasn’t worth getting his hands dirty for.

I was suddenly a bit scared of how different Dexter was when he was serious.

He didn’t look like a lunatic anymore.

Instead, he seemed like the devil himself.

“What’s your plan?” I wanted to know what he was up to.

“All you need to do is protect yourself,” Dexter said, leaving my question unanswered.

I didn’t dare to ask any more questions about it.

I was planning to leave after helping him dress all his injuries.

“Sophia,” Dexter called out.

“Yes?” “You’re over it, right?” He stared into my eyes.

Feeling self-conscious, I murmured, “Yeah…” “Forget about him, Sofia.

He’s not worth it.” It was a strange thing for Dexter to say.

I looked at Dexter in panic.

Who was he talking about?

If I remembered it correctly, Sofia did have an ex-boyfriend who was also an asshole.

He was even worse than Dexter.

Was Dexter talking about him?

I didn’t try to explain and left with my head hanging low.

Dexter’s gaze was always deep and entrancing like a black hole.

I didn’t have the guts to look back.

“Mrs.

Black, this jewelry and dress is from Mr.

James.

He said that you have to be the most outstanding person at the party tonight since you’re part of the Black family now,” the nanny said with an envious expression as she walked into the room with an expensive custom-made gown and some jewelry.

I scoffed coldly.

James never had any good intentions.

Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

I looked closely at the gown and accessories.

They were expensive, and just one necklace set cost upward of tens of millions.

I went to the mirror and began to freshen up simply.

“Everyone attending today is a very important figure.

You really have to make sure you look your best so that Mr.

Black Senior won’t be embarrassed,” the nanny reminded me.

I knew how huge Ignatius’ ego was, so I began to put a bit more effort into my appearance.

I put on some makeup and wore the strapless gown that had been prepared for me.

The dress had an extremely low neckline, which only served to accentuate Sofia’s already perfect figure.

I looked at my reflection.

It honestly didn’t seem far-fetched to call myself a modern Venus.

Sofia’s beauty couldn’t be argued with.

She was so stunning that she stood out even in the entertainment industry.

“Beautiful,” the nanny couldn’t help but utter.

My expression was bitter, though.

The extremely low neckline exposed James’ real sick intentions.

As expected, men were all animals, even if said man was wheelchair-bound.

Suddenly, a loud bout of applause came from the doorway.

I turned to see James clapping from his wheelchair.

“Wow, I have to admit Dad has good taste.

He never disappoints with his choices.

How stunning.

Simply breathtaking.” His compliments made me want to throw up.

I looked at him cautiously and smiled.

“Thank you for the compliment, Uncle James.” I made sure to clarify our relationship so that he would finally get the hint.

Sadly, his heart wasn’t in the right place to begin with.

James looked at the nanny and said, “You can leave.

I have something to tell her.” The nanny hesitated for a moment, but she didn’t dare to object.

She left and even closed the door behind her.

I looked at him, still cautious.

With a frown, I asked, “What do you have to tell me?” “Sofia, you’re a smart girl.

You should know better than anyone who the real heir to the Black family fortune is, right?” James stood up from his wheelchair and approached me.

I stared at him in shock.

Wasn’t he handicapped?

Could he walk the whole time?

What was he doing in a wheelchair, then?

He might as well have just skipped right to lying in a coffin.

“Uncle James, what are you trying to say?

I don’t get it.” I stepped back and away from him.

“You don’t deserve to have to be with a lunatic.

If only I…” he trailed off and gritted his teeth as his eyes shone evilly.

It was as if he was recalling a hateful memory.

James was infertile and weak.

That was an ongoing joke among everyone in Oceanville.

I had heard Dexter and the others laugh at James before, talking about how the Black family was burdened by the sickly disappointment that was James.

He had mistreated his body in his younger years and was now suffering the consequences of it.

They joked that he would die because of women one day.

“Sofia, once that kid is born, that lunatic will be useless.

Dad doesn’t have any other heirs.

I’m the only one left.

If you join me, you’ll be able to live out the rest of your days in luxury.

Do you understand?” James was no longer trying to hide his true colors and laid everything out on the table.

He reached out in a wicked attempt to grab my dress.

I wanted to dodge his hand, but he caged me against the vanity.