Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Jonathan glanced at his grandson and asked, “What do you think? Are you expecting me to take him home when everyone’s petrified by his presence?”

Devin was at a loss for words because he had made up his mind to take care of Sebastian even if his parents were against the idea.

As long as his grandfather wasn’t against the idea, he would definitely bring Sebastian back to his place with him.

Nonetheless, his grandfather was against the idea and brought Sebastian back to Heron Hill with him as he thought Heron Hill was the best option available.

However, as soon as they made their way back, the rest of the Jadesons instructed, “We need everyone on guard at the foothill to stop him from sneaking his way out without our consent!”

They had dispatched countless platoons to be on the lookout against Sebastian because they were afraid Sebastian would make a scene and turn everyone’s life upside down again.

In other words, no one could leave without the consent of the ones representing the family.

Tony, the butler of the family, was infuriated when he found out the decisions of the rest of the Jadesons. He rushed his way to Jonathan’s side wanting to tell him the things going on.

“Mr. Jadeson, they have-”

“You’re staying here from now onwards! I want you to wake up at five sharp in the morning and ensure you’re ready by five-thirty! Join the rest and run five laps with the rest to start the day! Am I clear?”

Jonathan instructed at the top of his lungs as soon as he brought Sebastian to the log cabin on top of the hill.

Sebastian to join the platoon

was, glaring at the man in front of him as if he wasn’t in his

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perspiring at the entrance when he heard the duo’s conversation. It turned out Jonathan had long figured out the things the rest of the

the departing Jonathan, Tony was afraid he would take things out on Sebastian if he

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responded with a snort and stomped his way back to his room,

words in fear of the turbulent life ahead

rose, someone blew the whistle with all his might, rousing Sebastian from his sleep when

after the whistle was a man yelling at the top of his lungs, “It’s time to wake up! If anyone’s late, they’ll have to do fifty

written all over his scrunched-up face because he had a

things worse, the moment he

balls and tried to bring himself

field after fifteen minutes, the platoon leader knew it was time to barge into Sebastian’s

of bed and

“Yes, sir!”

the platoon marched in the direction of Sebastian’s log

He wasn’t even aware someone had barged