Chapter 89: Chapter 89

1 glanced around cautiously and reached out to pull Rachel close to me.

“Anyone there?” Rachel whispered, her gaze fixed on the alley.

I shook my head and focused on the figure not far down the alley.

Sensing our gaze, the figure swiftly disappeared.

gour Glancing at Steven, I noticed the lingering hostility in his eyes as he stood in the dim alley, resembling Satan emerging from hell.

I cautiously called out, “Hey, Steve?”

He turned to look at me.

I could see the hostility in his eyes fading away quickly, replaced by an innocent look as he said, ”

Stephie, I feel dizzy.”

Then he collapsed onto me. His towering six–foot frame sprawled over mine.

I barely had a chance to resist. I could only let him rest on me.

“He looks skinny but weighs a lot,” Rachel remarked as she helped me support Steven, guiding him to the roadside.

He appeared dizzy, his entire weight bearing down on my back.

I muttered, “Why is he so heavy…”

Rachel hailed a cab, and together we helped Steven into it.

t “Let’s head back to the Lincoln residence first,” I whispered, urging Rachel to follow me.

Rachel nodded in agreement, curious to learn more about Steven.

Throughout the journey, Steven leaned against me. His forehead was feverish. He was truly sick.

I touched his forehead and sighed.

If he wasn’t the murderer, nor an accomplice, what kind of relationship did he have with the murderer?

“Are you really married to Steven?” Rachel whispered. “Is he truly your husband? Can he even get married? He’s…”

Rachel asked softly and pointed at her head.

I understood she meant Steven had mental illness.

“Even though he’s good–looking, can he, you know, perform normally in marriage?” Rachel whispered.

Chapter o Her question almost caught me off guard. Indeed, she was still the Rachel I knew, always curious about such matters.

“Indeed, he is my husband, and well…it’s complicated.” I rubbed my temples and pondered how to explain to her.

I woke up and realized I was suddenly married? And now I was carrying our child?

As for whether he can handle it… “He’s pretty normal, just has his occasional moments.”

Rachel looked curious. She leaned closer. “Really? I thought he’s just a pretty face, you know? God gave him looks but skimped on brains. ”

“He’s really smart, a genius.” I instinctively defended Steven. “He got into the college’s genius program when he was barely a teenager, quite a rare talent.”

Rachel was shocked and pointed at Steven. “Him?”

I nodded and glanced at Steven.

He seemed a bit uneasy, nuzzling in my embrace. I quickly patted him. “Almost home, time to sleep.

But I didn’t see the smile on his lips.

Rachel was taken aback. “I can’t believe it…”

The car stopped in front of the Lincoln residence. Rachel and I got out and dragged Steven out exhaustively.

The Lincoln residence yard appeared lively, with a lot of people present.

Supporting Steven, we entered the courtyard, and Austin hurried over.

‘Help Mr. Lincoln to get some rest,” I whispered softly.

Austin nodded. “Something bad has happened to both Mr. Lincoln Senior and Mr. James.

“Rumor had it that Mr. Lincoln Senior became enraged and suffered a stroke in Montavia, and even if he were to awaken…”

Austin sighed, this was a drastic change for the Lincoln family.