Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250 

Yasmin gnashed her teeth, then continued, “I’m sorry to have caused you guys so 

much trouble. We used to be classmates, Steve. You should know that I’d never 

done anything to bully you or Simmie and that I haven’t done anything bad. 

“If you’re the one behind Simmie, please stop. Don’t go any further down this path.* 

“Go get yourself checked if you’ve lost your mind,” Steven said. He pulled me away 

from her, looking contemptuous. “Don’t let her infect you with her poison.” 

Yasmin sneered and gave me a meaningful look. “Congratulations on finding such a 

great husband, Stephany…” 

She was obviously insinuating something by emphasizing the words “great husband “. She looked like a spectator who was waiting to watch my act. “I hope you and Steve stay together forever–you two are a perfect match. I hope you’ll have a happy 

life and family together…” 

Her words were supposed to be good wishes, but she’d somehow turned them into evil curses. She was just waiting for me to make a fool of myself; she wanted to see 

how I would meet my end. 

Yasmin was making fun of me for siding with the devil and taking a nosedive into 

hell. 

“I should wish you the same. I hope you and Michael stay together forever. Don’t let him ever get away–we wouldn’t want him to go and ruin someone else’s life, right?” I turned away with Steven’s hand in mine. 

I could feel Yasmin’s gaze turning evil as she stared at me. She only left after Steven 

and I entered the living room. 

“Don’t listen to her. I’ll treat you really well,” Steven said. He was afraid that Yasmin’s 

words would get to me. 

“I trust you.” I smiled at him. 

He was pleased to hear that. He wrapped his arms around me and refused to let go.” 

I want to head home early, honey.” 

“What did the doctor say to you just now?” I asked curiously, 

“He said that it’s beneficial for the expecting mother to have sex during pregnancy- it’ll help keep her hormones steady so that she remains in a good mood.” 

I almost bit my tongue. I should’ve known better. 

Just then, Martin, who was seated at the head of the table, said, “I’m surprised you knew to return for today’s gathering.” 

That seat was usually reserved for Ignatius. But now that he was bedridden after suffering from a stroke, Martin had taken it upon himself to take the reins. 

The members of the Lincoln family were all in attendance, even the family members 

who had gotten their wits scared out of them by Steven. However, they looked ashen 

as they cowered by Martin’s side. Steven had obviously gotten them good. 

Steven swept a gaze over everyone without saying a word. 

“We’re all family here. Come and have a seat.” Martin was acting like he was the head 

of the family. He was trying to show me and Steven up. 

There weren’t any empty seats at the table. Where did he expect us to sit? In the 

corner? Or did he want us to remain standing? 

I glanced at Ewan and asked innocently, “Whose family gathering is this?” 

Ewan said politely, “The Lincoln family.” 

“Who’s the head of the family? Is it Mr. Martin? When did that happen? Grandpa’s still alive, isn’t he? Why is he in Grandpa’s seat? 

“It’s not a good sign, you know. He might get a stroke tomorrow, for all we know.” 

Steven said seriously, “Yeah, it’s a bad sign. Anyone in that seat’s going to get a 

stroke.” 

Martin’s expression darkened. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up.” Where are your manners? Is that the proper way to speak to your elders?” 

Did he think he could scare me by being loud? I said, “Steve and I aren’t feeling well, Mr. Bart, so we won’t eat at home. We’ll be going now.”