Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Even he did not know if he was smiling because he saw that hint of worry on his father’s face or because he had managed to prank somebody.

The smile stayed on his lips while his amber eyes were filled with amusement.

Alfred’s face fell.

He stared at the finger while a storm brewed within his chest. There was no way he would admit that he was trembling as his chest heaved wildly.

A wide chasm yawned between the father and son.

From the moment he stepped into this career, and when his son contracted the terminal illness, their relationship had already begun to deteriorate.

“I know that you’ve been secretly providing for my half-brother all this time. He is healthy and is also very intelligent. I also know that my mother has been very cruel and has done many wrong things. However, can you make sure my mother is well taken care of after my death? After all, I’ve already done so much for you.”

This was all that Baylor asked of his father right before he fell to the ground.

Alfred dashed to him.

He was practically on his knees as he hugged Baylor in his arms with reddened eyes. “Don’t talk anymore! I’ll bring you to the doctor immediately.”

At last, he was feeling regret as he picked his son up in a bid to look for a doctor.

However, it was already too late.

Baylor’s vision was already blurry when he mumbled softly, “I-I followed your instruction to make only one microchip person. However, it was that idiot Hubert who made a mistake… Sebastian… it was all his fault. You have to watch out for him. If you want to take down the Jadesons, you have to… get rid of him first…”

were his last

his head fell into Alfred’s arms. It was as if

Alfred trembled violently.

that he had

was because he was unhappy in his marriage and also because of Baylor’s mother’s

but stern words

reaction was to assume

his son if he

would teach him a lesson if he caused trouble. On top of that, he expected

to have done so much for him despite his disregard for him. His son had done so much to the extent of injuring himself and even losing his

his embrace

heard silence in the room when he came by again. Gleefully, he thought that the matter was already settled, so he immediately pushed

“Sir…”

words could leave his lips, he suddenly saw Alfred on his knees while hugging Baylor

he could not utter another

sunlight shone into the room and

that my son has already committed suicide

“Yes, sir.”

we won’t do things from the shadows anymore. The White House’s first target is to ensure that

“Yes, sir!”

was delighted as he agreed. He then went off to

position as the top family for way too long. It was time

to sense this