Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sebastian's beady eyes fell on him at once.

"What do you mean?"

"We used to have something like this in Elysium," Kurt said stiffly. "After a person dies, those who hold a grudge against the deceased will bury the bones of his descendants at his grave as we believed it would shackle their souls to the netherworld forever"

He was extremely reluctant to share that unsavory custom as he was painfully aware of how ignorant and backward they were.

I might as well share everything I know by this point.

Sebastian and Karl stared at Kurt after his startling proclamation. Their shocked expressions reflected his disgust.

"You learn something new every day about the world, huh? I can't believe such customs still exist."

"In that case, Mr. Hayes, this clay pot should have been buried by Eddie's enemies. Do you think the White family is behind this? Could it be Maurice White? Should we pay him a visit in prison?"

Upon recollecting the existence of a likely suspect, Karl could not afford to rule him out.

Maurice knew where the military supply storehouse was. Being a member of the White family, he has the strongest motive for such a devious act.

Sebastian was on the same page as his Karl.

However, the inconsistency of the timeline bothered him. Maurice would have only been a child when Eddie died as he was only three years older than Ian.

Ian and the rest were only eight at that time. Wouldn't that make Maurice eleven the year Eddie died? How could such a young child bury this pot?

left behind any close relatives except for Colton who was already a

Nothing makes sense.

"Mr. Hayes?"

his reverie. "Do you think Eddie has other descendants?"

was stunned upon hearing

there are still people who— Wait a minute. Are you still

theory even before he completed his sentence. No woman in her right mind would be

Eddie's distorted

frowned without outwardly refuting

several minutes from his desk, he

and Kurt were about to leave, Sebastian

Kurt. I have something to tell

tracks and spun

back from Yeringham,"

met the older man's eyes

little trip

tired of him running away the second he encounters an obstacle. What kind of man am I teaching him to be by condoning that behavior? If he doesn't correct this habit now, what would become of him when

not used to such a high-intensity job, that's all.

"Is that so?"

his village looked similar to the place you used to take them in the countryside when they were

speech without pausing to draw

to keep

than was wise when it came to his children. At Kurt's words, he found a sense of doubt creeping up