CHAPTER 54

Martin sneered, got up, and left. His gaze bore a strong warning.

I knew exactly what he was thinking of. As long as my child lost… if Dexter died, then he would be the rightful scion to the Black Group.

"Young lady, you better take good care of the child in your belly," Alan remarked jokingly.

He approached me, squinting as he sized me up. "She's a beauty, what a loss…"

He raised his hand and pinched my chin before turning away.

After everyone left, I sighed in relief and sat down on the couch.

Ewan reassured, "Mrs. Black, you've been worried. Your main task now is to take care of yourself and protect your unborn child."

"When will Mr. Black Senior return to the country?" I asked.

Although Ignatius had suffered a stroke and might not be able to make decisions in the future, as long as he was alive, these people would still fear him.

"He'll be able to return tomorrow," Ewan whispered.

I nodded and glanced upstairs.