Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78 

1 lowered my head and listened quietly as Ignatius spoke. 

“It’s great that he listens to you,” he said with a nod. “Now that you’re pregnant with a descendant of the Lincoln family, you’ve done our family a huge favor. If the baby’s a boy, then our family would finally have a worthy heir.” 

I kept my head lowered and remained silent. What kind of traditional thinking was this? Couldn’t daughters become successors too? 

Ignatius left after that. He ordered Ewan to lead Steven and me to our rooms to get some rest. 

Steven held my hand the whole time. I assumed that he was just trying to get my attention and tried to pull my hand away but to no avail. 

“The house is haunted,” he said abruptly as he looked at me. 

A chill ran down my spine, and 1 hid behind him in fright. Holding onto his arm tightly, I muttered, ” Who are you trying to scare? 

As a person 

who had died once, it wasn’t that strange for me to be afraid of ghosts. 

Steven smiled but said nothing. He let me hold his arm all the way to the rooms. 

When we finally stopped in front of one of the bedrooms, he said, “It doesn’t matter whether our child is a boy or a girl. The baby’s health is our priority.” 

I looked at him, puzzled. He seemed to act more and more like a normal person these days, and I found it rather strange. 

Suddenly, there was a breaking sound as the door opened a little. I was so scared that I hugged his arm tightly and didn’t dare to look around. 

Steven led me into the bedroom and switched on the lights. The electric circuits here weren’t functioning well, so the lights flickered. 

The interior of the room looked really old too. The room was in a state of disrepair, and it seemed like it had been a long time since anyone lived here. 

“Has this place ever been rented out to shoot a horror movie?” I asked Ewan, looking around. ” Where’s my room?” 

Ewan glanced at Steven. Then, he lowered his voice and said, “Mrs. Lincoln, are you sure you don’t want to sleep in the same room as Mr. Lincoln? Your room is next door, but someone committed suicide there a few years ago.” 

I took a deep breath and walked straight into Steven’s room. Then, I pointed to the room next door and said, “Steve, you can sleep in that room.” 

“But I’m scared.” Steven looked upset. 

In the end, the two of us had to share the room, which had only one bed. 

“It’s so cold up here in the mountains,” I whispered. 

Steven didn’t say anything. He just lay down beside me and hugged me. 

“It’s warm this way,” he said. 

I wanted to resist, but it really was warmer with him hugging me. He was so warm. 

“In the past, the Lincoln family members were all physicians. Then, they started opening clinics and pharmacies. Later, they started their own business and accumulated a lot of wealth over the past few generations.” 

He continued in a whisper, “This is the old Lucly residence. All the Lincoln family members are buried here after their death.” 

All I knew was that this place was extremely creepy. So, this old residence was the grave of the deceased Lincoln family members. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you,” Steven said as he held me closer. 

It was a peaceful night. He simply hugged me to keep me warm and didn’t do anything else. 

I wasn’t sure if I was too tired, but I fell asleep without worrying about anything at all. 

That night, I slept well. I had never felt so relaxed before.