Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden.

“Ms. Wand, where are you going?”

“Ahh?”

Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart raced with lingering shock.

“Oh, it’s you, Berta. I… I’m going upstairs to see if Little Ian’s awake.”

“You’re going up to see Ian? Ms. Wand, he isn’t awake yet, so don’t disturb him. Also, what did you bring here? Why does it look like that?”

Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, didn’t just prevent Sasha from seeing her son. She even poked her nose into Sasha’s business, asking about the things the latter had placed on the dining table.

Sasha explained, “Those are some pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home. I personally made them for Little Ian.”

“Ms. Wand, I’ve told you before that Ian can’t eat outside food. He’s sick, remember?”

Resentment was written on the housemaid’s face.

brought, she reigned in her temper and

knows? He did come down with diarrhea because of the brownies

drew

because he

mind,

own skills. However, listening to what the housemaid said, she began to suspect

was a possibility that couldn’t be ruled out

face turned pale, thinking that

both of

a black tailored suit over a white shirt. The

be at the

condition would worsen after eating whatever she

Sasha to the head of

I-I didn’t know that Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made. I-I really didn’t do it on purpose,” she stammered out an explanation, afraid

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

the table before returning to stare at the woman who had her head

he fell sick