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.

next day, there was already

around and felt the remaining warmth on her bed. Everything felt

Wand? Mr. Hayes asked us to make you

voice called Sasha back to

Soup?

not expecting Sebastian

“Alright. I’m coming.”

went to

not help but feel uneasy thinking about meeting Wendy again later since even she herself could not explain her relationship with Sebastian. Sasha was his children’s mother, but she and

their rocky relationship, she slept here last

the room door after washing up, Wendy had already

room on

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

Wendy where the children were. “All of them went to the Hayes residence?

Mr. Hayes already called them this morning. They’re doing

“Alright.”

that she worried about. Since

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

second floor, blue hydrangea and moth orchids blossomed under the warm sun as if they were in their prime. They danced to

deep thoughts. Before long, she scrolled all the way down through her call log and called a