Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1447 Let Us Go And Take A Look

Brandon stilled, like a deer caught in headlights. Sebastian’s words were like a slap to him, and his face went crimson, then paled.

“It’s my fault, Sebastian. I overslept this morning.”

Ha… overslept.

Sebastian barked a sardonic laugh at his response, his mood already soured before his day had barely begun.

What hope does this family have?

This is the first day of the year, and they have messed up. The home is a mess, and none of the adults are stepping up to the plate. There is nothing this bunch of loafing family members could achieve with such an attitude.

Turning his back, Sebastian said curtly to Sasha, “Let’s go.”

Sasha turned her head to look at Willow, who wore a blank expression and went forward to seize her hand. “Follow me home, Willow.”

Willow’s gaze flew to the man standing at the stairs, and she started to struggle out of Sasha’s grip. “N-No… I’m not going. It’s New Year’s Day, Nancy. I think it’s best if I stayed here.”

“But…” Sasha almost choked in indignation at her response.

family constitutes a real home? Did she hit her head

slipped out of Sasha in a spark of agitation. “Willow, do you have to stoop so

out of Willow’s face

Yeah, I

moving a muscle like a statue until Sebastian pulled her so-called best friend

gone, Lyla promptly returned to her old self and spat venomously, “It is all your fault for ruining our morning,

husband snorted coldly in

fingers tightened further into

my house!” Brandon roared from the landing. The feast he had put so much effort into was botched by his

snapped up, and a ray of hope glimmered faintly in her

to Hillside Villa, Sasha was fuming in anger over the incident with Willow. However, under the layer of anger was heartache and worry

by the look of things now, I’m sure things would worsen after she gives birth to her baby. The Emmanuels are all pain in the ass! Brandon is ostentatious with no real substance. He’s almost

a few times, and Sebastian’s brows furrowed as his

point in worrying. She’s stubborn and wouldn’t give up easily. She will never

“But-”

now, and you’re only a stone’s throw away from her. You

Willow, that foolish chit, a second thought if he were the man he used to

reap what

relieved breath at his reassuring words. When they arrived

happened?” came his