Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 53

I glanced around cautiously and reached out to pull Violette close to .

"Anyone there?" Violette 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.

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

I cautiously called out, "Hey, Dexter?"

He turned to look at .

I could see the hostility in his eyes fading away quickly, replaced by an innocent look as he said, "Sophia, I feel dizzy."

Then he collapsed onto . His towering six-foot fra sprawled over mine.

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

"He looks skinny but weighs a lot," Violette remarked as she helped support Dexter, guiding him to the roadside.

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

I muttered, "Why is he so heavy..."

Violette hailed a cab, and together we helped Dexter into it.

"Let’s head back to the Black residence first," I whispered, urging Violette to follow .

Violette nodded in agreent, curious to learn more about Dexter.

Throughout the journey, Dexter leaned against . 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 Dexter?" Violette whispered. "Is he truly your husband? Can he even get married? He’s..."

Violette asked softly and pointed at her head.

I understood she ant Dexter had a ntal illness.

"Even though he’s good-looking, can he, you know, perform normally in marriage?" Violette whispered.

Her question almost caught off guard. Indeed, she was still the Violette 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 monts."

Violette 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 Dexter. "He got into the college’s genius program when he was barely a teenager, quite a rare talent."

Violette was shocked and pointed at Dexter. "Him?"

I nodded and glanced at Dexter.

He seed a bit uneasy, nuzzling in my embrace. I quickly patted him. "Almost ho, ti to sleep."

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

Violette was taken aback. "I can’t believe it..."

The car stopped in front of the Black residence. Violette and I got out and dragged Dexter out exhaustively.

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

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

"Help Mr. Black to get so rest," I whispered softly.

Austin nodded. "Sothing bad has happened to both Mr. Black Senior and Mr. Jas."

"Rumor had it that Mr. Black Senior beca enraged and suffered a stroke in Montavia, and even if he were to awaken..."

Austin sighed; this was a drastic change for the Black family.

I was stunned, watching Ewan approach from afar.

Amidst the drastic changes in the Black family, it signaled potential shifts among the Black family mbers.

It appeared that those present today were interested in the family assets and shares in the Black Group.

"Mrs. Black, things are really tough for the Black family at the mont. You’ve probably noticed. Sothing bad has happened to both Mr. Black Senior and Mr. Jas."

"Currently, Mr. Dexter is the only scion of the Black family, along with the child you’re carrying," Ewan explained, his words laden with aning.

I looked at my growing belly. It’s true... whoever bore the crown must bear its weight.

The Black family’s situation was complex, and I was getting caught in it.

Violette stood by the doorway. She watched the crowd gathering and asked, "Need a hand?"

I shook my head. "This is the Black family business, you shouldn’t get involved. I’ll have the driver take you ho."

Violette nodded. Indeed, she shouldn’t get involved in this matter.

After sending Violette off, I followed Ewan into the living room.

The room was filled with people, headed by Martin Black, Ignatius’ cousin.

Although it was a family business, the Black Group was primarily established by Ignatius alone.

Initially, he welcod the Black family mbers into the company, hoping to help them out. Little did he know, it turned out to be a recipe for trouble.

Now that Ignatius had a stroke, everyone was eager to claim his wealth.

"This is Mr. Martin." Ewan introduced with respect.

I nodded respectfully. "Mr. Martin."

Martin snorted.

I knew he didn’t regard highly.

"Mr. Martin, she’s the eldest granddaughter-in-law introduced by Mr. Ignatius at the banquet, Ms. Miller," Ewan introduced .

Martin remained quiet. However, a rough-looking man beside him spoke up, "Huh... the eldest son and grandson of Mr. Ignatius died in a car accident. What’s the deal with this eldest granddaughter-in-law?"

"Mr. Andy got married at the age of 20 in Montavia. His wife, Alice Bowman, is of mixed-race, with Montavia nationality and Chinese descent."

"Mr. Dexter should rightfully be the eldest grandson," Ewan explained in a low tone.

"Huh... A lunatic kept hidden by Mr. Ignatius, the biggest stain on the Black family. Can a marriage registered in Montavia even be valid?"

"Mr. Hugo has no heir, and sothing bad happened to both Mr. Ignatius and Mr. Jas. The Black family’s assets must not be transferred to others!"

"You, a re assistant, think you can bring in an outsider and snatch away everything that belongs to our Black family?" The man slamd the table forcefully, glaring at fiercely.

If it were before I was reincarnated, I might have been afraid of him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen as much as I had.

"Whether Mr. Dexter is the legitimate scion of the Black family, the law determines."

"He is Mr. Ignatius’ grandson, Mr. Andy’s eldest son, my legal husband, and the father of the child that I’m carrying!" I stared coldly at him.

"Today, if any of you ca for Mr. Ignatius’s health, I appreciate it. But if you ca for the property, sorry! Mr. Moore, please see our guests out!" I pointed to the door, my voice low.

Martin laughed and clapped his hands. "Ignatius has considered everything."

Martin gazed at my belly and smiled.

"This child has just been conceived, right? You better protect him well and ensure a smooth birth," Martin threatened.

"As for that lunatic..." Martin’s eyes narrowed. "Our Black family..."

"Mr. Martin is an elder of the Black family. Apart from Mr. Ignatius, you hold the most prestige."

"Is it appropriate for you, as an elder, to call him a lunatic? If this spreads, it will make our Black family look bad," I interrupted Martin.

I spoke again. "Mr. Moore, please see our guests out!"

I was trying to maintain my aura, but I knew it wouldn’t last long.

Martin would definitely go after my unborn child and Dexter next.

The sudden incidents involving Ignatius and Jas in Montavia were definitely not simple.

The Black family’s fortune changed.