Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 

I didn’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I realized that Steven’s hand was still under my 

bead 

I rubbed my forehead and looked at Steven drowsily. Did he maintain that position the whole journey? 

That was more than three hours! Was he really a fool or just pretending to be one? 

“Where are we?” I asked quietly. 

“Tré old Lincoln residence,” Steven explained in a low voice. He took my hand in his, looking scared. 

The pitiful look in his beautiful eyes gave me the urge to protect him from all danger. 

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” I told him, patting the back of his hand. In all actuality, I was scared as well. 

What kind of place was this? The house was surrounded by mountains and looked very desolate. 

Not only that, the dim light from the lamps made it seem like a haunted house. 

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1 swallowed. After mustering up my courage, I pulled Steven out of the car. 

“Mr. Lincoln, Mrs. Lincoln, please come this way.” Ewan stood by the door, waiting for us. 

I dragged Steven all the way to the door and followed Ewan inside to see Ignatius. 

Ignatius stood in front of a wall that had many photos liung neatly on it. He seemed to be saying something to them as we entered the place. 

I saw Steven’s father, Andy Lincoln, in one of the photos. Although Steven was an illegitimate son, he 

was still Andy’s child. 

Steven stared deeply at the photo, his face expressionless. 

I glanced around at all the photos. Beside Andy’s photo was a photo of Henry Lincoln, Ignatius‘ eldest grandson. 

I heard that Andy, Alice, and Henry had all died in the car accident. Ignatius had put in a lot of effort preparing Andy and Henry to become his successors. 

On the other hand, James was the son that Ignatius had paid the least attention to. James was ignorant and conceited, and he wasn’t smart or flexible. He wasn’t fit to become Ignatius‘ successor. 

However, fate had its own plans, and Andy and his family had all perished in the accident. Now, Ignatius only had one son left, James, but James was infertile. 

Ignatius had a traditional mindset, so it was a big deal for him not to have any descendants. How could he allow the family bloodline to end at his hands? 

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That was where Steven and I came into the picture. We were both there to carry on the family line. 

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“Come over here. Pay your respects to Andy,” Ignatius said, turning around to look at Steven and me. 

1 stepped forward to take the flowers from him and handed some to Steven, but Steven didn’t move. 

His eyes never left Andy’s photo. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that he loathed Andy. 

An inexplicable emotion washed over me. 

1 was afraid that Ignatius would scold Steven again, so I gently said to him, “Steve, come here.” 

Steven finally turned away from the photo to look at me. With a hoarse voice, he said, “All of 

liars.”