Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: CHAPTER 42 Chapter 42: CHAPTER 42 I had nowhere to run and was forced to go with the flow.

“What are you trying to do, Uncle James?” “It’s such a pity for you to have to stay together with that lunatic,” James said with a chuckle.

“We have plenty of time ahead of us.

You might as well ditch him and date me instead.” “But the doctor just told me I’m pregnant.

Grandpa really cares about this baby.

What if the baby doesn’t make it?” I said with a smile.

“That wouldn’t be good, would it, Uncle James?

You can wait for a little while longer, right?” James narrowed his eyes, clearly enjoying my reply.

He reached out and held my chin with one hand.

“What a little vixen you are.” My smile was becoming forced as I tried to hold back my disgust.

How could someone like him still be living so brazenly?

“Okay, I have plenty of time.

Let’s wait,” he said before leaning in closer with his hand still on my chin.

I frowned as I tried to dodge him, but that made him annoyed.

“What?

Not even a kiss?

Come on.

You can’t lead people on and then act all shy and innocent.” He was starting to lose his patience, but I was starting to not be able to keep up my facade.

Suddenly, right as I was panicking and at a loss for what to do, I heard a loud crashing noise.

I saw that someone had knocked James out with a wooden pole.

I looked at Dexter in shock.

“H€“How did you get out?” His expression was bitter and dark.

His gaze was murderous, and he paid no attention to me.

Instead, he lifted the wooden stick again and prepared to swing it down on James’s head.

He was trying to kill him.

“Dexter!” I quickly stopped him.

“Are you trying to kill him?” I could sense that Dexter was actually aiming to kill.

I started to seriously suspect that he was one of the murderers.

Still, I couldn’t just watch him murder someone in front of me.

“Grandpa will kill you if you actually kill him.

Calm down.” Dexter’s murderous gaze landed on me, and some of the rage faded from his eyes.

“He laid his hands on you.

He deserves to die.” I froze.

That sentence seemed so familiar.

Back when I was still a wandering soul, he had said the same thing after viciously beating up the asshole next to James.

“If you lay a hand on her, you’re dead.” Back then, I didn’t know why he would kill someone for me even though we didn’t know each other.

So it wasn’t for me but for Sophia.

“Mrs.

Black,” the nanny came to call me to go downstairs.

Just when she saw that Dexter was out and James was unconscious on the floor, she screamed and ran out.

My expression became somber as I reached out to grab Dexter’s hand, pulled him back into the room, and said, “Don’t come out.

I got this.” Dexter looked at me, wanting to say something, but he only managed to open his mouth.

I shook my head at him and shut the door before standing outside.

Soon enough, Ignatius rushed upstairs with a few bodyguards behind him.

“Where’s that little bastard?

Find him now!” “Please calm down, Grandpa,” I said as I quickly approached him and stopped him from going any further.

“Just now, Uncle James tried to assault me.

I was worried that something would happen to the baby, so I ran into the room.

Dexter instinctively acted to protect his child.

Thank heavens he was there, or the baby…” I trailed off as I put my acting skills to good use and began to sob.

Ignatius knew best what kind of person James was.

I was betting on the chance that Ignatius cared more about the heir in my belly.

After all, Dexter had been a genius before he went insane.

Apart from that, James was infamous for being a pervert.

If he hadn’t wasted his youth away by sleeping around so much, he might still be fertile and not a failure who couldn’t even make a test-tube baby.

If it wasn’t for James’s recklessness, why would Ignatius have to place all his hopes of having an heir on a lunatic?

Ignatius’ expression darkened.

“That monster!

Ralph, bring him back and make sure he learns his lesson!” I let out a sigh of relief.

At least I managed to dodge that obstacle.

“Grandpa, who’s going to attend the party tonight?” I asked as I approached him and changed the topic.

“Please calm down.” “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 Black family as well.” I was aghast at his remark.

Why did he need me to produce a son?

It wasn’t like the Blacks had a throne to be passed to a male heir.

However, when I considered the Blacks’ 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, but what if I give birth to a girl?” “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 Sofia as merely a tool for childbirth?

Anyway, Dexter would remain of use to the Blacks 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 Dexter… go mad?” I whispered curiously.

“Dexter?” Ignatius shot me a glance.

I wondered if they addressed him as “Dexter” at home.

Suddenly, it struck me that Dexter was Dexter Black to the Blacks.

“Oh, I mean Dexter.” 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 Dexter’s current condition had everything to do with the Black family.

“But Grandpa, I’m quite scared.

There are rumors out there that Dexter 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 Dexter 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?

Ignatius had invited many big names in the business world to the Blacks’ dinner party.

The Colemans, just second to the Blacks in power, were naturally present at the event.

However, I was surprised to see Damien showing up alone.

Did he really treasure Juliet 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 Blacks 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 Sofia, my granddaughter-in-law.

She’s also the daughter of John Miller of Miller 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 Millers gave away to the Blacks.

No family in their right mind would marry their daughter to a madman or a psycho killer.

Damien’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 Dexter.

Hah.

What a ridiculous man!

Ignatius’ expression crumbled.

He was about to speak when his assistant rushed over in a panic, saying, “Mr.

Coleman, something has happened to Mrs.

Coleman!

According to the police, she has been taken by the murderer.”