Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Was it when the Wand family became bankrupt? Was it when Sasha had no choice but to stay with the Blackwoods for a year? Or was it when, in spite of Sasha’s family’s bankruptcy, Frederick let her marry his son?

She had no idea. All she knew was that Xenia’s attitude towards her became unbearable after Sasha returned from the dead.

“How is it, Uncle Jackson? Do you feel any better?”

“Yes, much better. You should head home, Sasha. It’s getting late.”

In no mood to listen to any more of his daughter’s constant nitpicking, Jackson wanted to send his niece away as soon as possible.

Sasha nodded, packed up her medical kit, and wanted to leave.

“Are you in such a rush because you’re going to meet that guy again? You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks, huh. You have already died once and come back to life, yet you’re still choosing to get involved with that man?”

Xenia started scoffing again, her words were even more unpleasant than before. If anyone else witnessed her like this, they would never be able to tell that she had received the highest levels of education.

At the end of her tether, Sasha glared at her cousin. “Could you please watch your mouth? Since when I have gotten involved with that man?”

Do you think I don’t know that you’ve been going to Frontier Bay every day, and have been asking Mrs. Grint to look after your kids at night? Isn’t that because you went crawling back to him? Do you keep glancing at your watch because you’re

red in the face

would dare to say such horrible things. Since when did she become such a vile person? Is this still

grow inside of her, but tried to put it out for Uncle Jackson’s

I only go over to see my son, so don’t

son? Do you

this up, I want you to leave! You’re just making a fool

that had just been splashed with cold

making a fool of myself? Jackson Blackwood, are you blind? Who’s the real black sheep here? She was the one who made a huge fuss about wanting to marry that man. Then, she was kicked out of the house a year later while pregnant, making us a laughing stock! We didn’t even dare to show our faces in public for five years because of her,

wishing she could personally chop her up

drained from

That hit a nerve.

It was exactly this feeling of guilt that usually held her back from retaliating, always

dug crescent-shaped indents

her room right before Sasha was

lost your mind? Who said you could shout at your father like that?” Sharon reprimanded loudly. Only then did