Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Her face turned pale.

Seeing that she had stabbed herself with the knife without any hesitation to save the child, Sebastian’s words weren’t as hurtful as compared to what he would say in the past.

He was right; she didn’t have the right to see Ian because she had abandoned him once. If she were to meet him as his mother and tell him the truth, wouldn’t that be doing him more harm?

“Madam, it’s not true when you stated that Mr. Hayes did not want this child. All these years, he has been treating Ian very well and is very involved in his life. Do you know why he always accompanies Ian for treatments? It’s because Ian’s physically weak and has a rare blood type. Mr. Hayes worries that if he is gone for too long, something bad might happen to Ian. That’s why he’s always by his side.”

It took quite a while before Sasha lifted her head and asked, “Rare… blood type?”

Luke nodded. “Yes. Same as you, his blood type is RH negative. That year, after his premature birth, Mr. Hayes flew him to Dartford Hospital that very night to save him. Madam, there’s really no need for you to doubt if his capability as a father.”

Luke told her everything earnestly.

After hearing that, Sasha was speechless. Her expression darkened suddenly. She felt as if Luke’s words had shaken her to the core.

“I understand. You can go now. Thank you for last night. And, you should… stop calling me “Madam” from now on. That’s not my position anymore, lest your president becomes upset if he hears it.”

Luke seemed as if he had something else to say, but he let out a sigh, turned around, and left the room.

Sasha did not go to Ian again. She remained in her cabin to focus on her recovery.

witnessing her honesty, Sebastian had also stopped locking her up and gave her the freedom to

the boy suddenly appeared at her cabin

are you

with his drone around the fenced area,

saw him, she couldn’t hold

you run out on your

he watch

around impatiently and walked away with his drone controller in his

the latter spoke to Sasha,

over him. He

heart ached at

uttering cautiously, “I’m sorry, Little Ian. It was a misunderstanding.

trying to create a conversation

that night, she couldn’t muster the courage to face the boy anymore. She was either afraid of saying the wrong things or feeling utterly

to look straight into his

of fact, the child completely ignored her words. He walked towards the fenced area and

heart shrank once more as

Little Ian, I’ve forgotten to tell you that if you add a little tinfoil on the tail of the