Chapter 48
Ha! Was this considered karma?
It didn’t matter if Dexter was the murderer or whether James deserved it, but a scumbag like James deserved to be in a coma.
"Mr. Ignatius is on his way back already," said Ewan.
Dexter didn’t say anything. He simply turned to look at me. I was distracted, thinking that this was too much of a coincidence.
"Let’s head back then," I said.
The Black family had lost another family member. Now Ignatius wouldn’t even have an infertile son. The only ones left were the "crazy" illegitimate grandson, Dexter, and the baby in my belly.
I didn’t know what this would mean for Dexter, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Ignatius was old, and the Black Group couldn’t withstand any more hardships. James was an idiot who couldn’t manage the company, but because he was Ignatius’ only son alive, he was put in charge of it all these years.
The company seemed fine to outsiders, but it was fragile on the inside after being in James’ hands for so many years.
Since Ignatius wasn’t getting any younger and there was no successor from the Black family to take over the company, the scheming people within the Black Group would go all out to take charge.
Besides, the baby in my belly was still young, and there was no guarantee that I could give birth to it smoothly.
Whether Ignatius would be able to live long enough to see my child grow up and inherit everything was another question.