Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

What am I going to do? I’m not ready to meet his father yet! Besides, that scum and I agreed that he’d be the one to take me to see his father. That way, I’d have more time to make myself more presentable so that when his father sees that I’m sincere, he wouldn’t be as mad. That was the deal!

In her state of panic, Sasha was about to tuck tail and leave.

“Ms. Wand, where are you going?”

“Huh? Umm… I just remembered that there’s something I have to do. I’ll be back later,” Sasha formulated a response in haste.

Yeah, it’s not the right time. I’ll avoid him for now and come back here after he’s gone.

However, something seemed off about Berta this time as she tried to make her stay.

“Ms. Wand, Mr. Hayes is going to be here soon. Since you saved Ian and have been caring for him all this time, you should stay and meet his grandfather. He’s a nice person, so I’m sure he’ll be very grateful to you when he finds out that you’re his grandson’s savior.”

The housemaid’s attitude toward Sasha took a hundred and eighty-degree turn.

Sasha couldn’t help but feel skeptical.

Despite her rising suspicions, there were more pressing matters at hand, and she couldn’t be bothered figuring out Berta’s motives.

“No thanks. It’s not a big deal anyway. Well then, I’ll be leaving now.” With that, Sasha put down the bowl in her hand and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Berta rushed over to grab her arm.

She was about to stop the latter from leaving when a small figure appeared at the stairs.

“What are you doing?” Ian asked. Having locked himself in his bedroom for the whole afternoon ever since Sasha brought up preschool, he finally made an appearance right then.

to see him,

there’s something I have to do back home, so I need to leave for a

Ian remained silent.

he had actually heard that his grandfather was visiting and noticed the panic in his mother’s voice as she argued with the

was why

scared? Why is

be… scared

because she lied about being dead last time, then

in his expression when he glanced at his mother, but a brief moment later, he commanded in

“What?”

in her tracks, and even Berta snapped her

you mean? Don’t let who

“Grandpa!”

we possibly do that to Mr. Hayes? How can we stop him from entering?” Berta instantly rejected, disagreeing with the little boy’s

Ian’s face turned gloomy.

his short legs and

out of her daze and

his call had connected and he was speaking stiffly into the phone. “I

Oh my God!

the sudden urge to pull at

don’t you want Grandpa to come? You’re sick, so Grandpa just wants to see

“No need!”

as he stubbornly stood his