Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Frederick was shocked looking at Ian. “What are you talking about, Ian? Who wants to harm Matteo? Are you talking about your grand-uncle and grand-aunt?”

“Yes.”

Everyone in the room blinked their eyes in disbelief—not because Ian was able to express himself articulately—but because what he revealed was frightening.

“Ian, I know you don’t like your grand-uncle, but you can’t accuse them just like that. The doctor said that Matteo just caught a cold.”

There was no way Frederick would buy what the kid said, but he still tried to understand the boy.

“I know it’s them. I fell sick after I went to their place too!” Ian shouted back. He could not control his emotions anymore.

Tim stepped in and wanted to speak some sense into Ian, but Frederick quickly stopped him.

“Alright, Ian. I won’t let Matteo go over to Roderick’s place anymore, is that okay? It’s already late at night, why not you go back to bed?”

Ian glared at Frederick coldly and walked out with the butler.

Frederick did not believe a word Ian said. After all, he had had the whole incident checked the last time Ian fell sick. It was just pure coincidence. No one in the whole residence would believe what Ian said.

Frederick wondered if he should also do another investigation this time, but he did not translate that fleeting thought into actions.

again the next day, there was already no one

looked around and felt the remaining warmth on her

awake, Ms. Wand? Mr. Hayes asked us

called Sasha

Soup?

expecting Sebastian

“Alright. I’m coming.”

bed and went to

could not explain her relationship with Sebastian. Sasha was his children’s mother, but she and Sebastian were not on

their rocky relationship,

room door after washing up, Wendy

on the second floor

embarrassment rushed through her when she looked at the pajama she was wearing. Sebastian

were. “All of them went to

Hayes already called them this morning. They’re doing

“Alright.”

It was Vivian that she worried about. Since the Hayes did

getting the assurance that the children were having a good time there, Sasha grabbed her phone and went back

the end of the year. The blue sky was clear and the weather was blissful. Over at the hanging garden on the second floor, blue hydrangea and moth orchids blossomed under the warm sun as

a seat and fell into deep thoughts. Before long, she scrolled all the way