Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

"What did we do to him? What else? We sent him to the police station, of course. How dare he destroy the entire place and cause trouble for us, huh? He will pay the price for his rash actions!" the man huffed angrily.

The other staff in the bus station nodded furiously as well.

Susan was stunned.

It took her a few seconds before she regained her senses.

The police station? How could that be? Didn't I receive a text saying he has arrived safely? Why is he in the police station?

She shook her head, trying to make sense of the situation. No, that text must be fake. If someone had picked him up from the station, his dad would've sent me a text personally. I received the text from an unknown number. I didn't receive any text from Sebastian yesterday.

Comprehension dawned, and her mind went blank. Without hesitation, she ran onto a bus.

"Quick, take me to town!" she said.

"Miss, the bus runs according to the schedule. It's not your personal ride. You can't just ask us to leave as you like," the ticket seller reminded her.

Bursting into tears, Susan pleaded, "How much do I need to pay you? I'll pay for the ride. Please, ma'am. I really need to go to town. Someone's life is at stake. Please leave right now. I'll pay you any amount you want!"

She emptied her pockets and offered all the money she had to the ticket seller.

The ticket seller was dumbfounded.

to life and

there, Susan sent a

Ian tell

didn't even contact

your dad tell

think I heard Daddy calling Mommy yesterday. He said Ian's coming home

Susan: What?

know? Mommy didn't even seem disappointed. Aunt Susan, is Ian enjoying

as tactless as usual. She had no idea

was aching, for she knew it was all her fault. He's stubborn. I should've realized something was off yesterday when he took off. The calmer he looked, the worse

in town in record time and went straight to the

I need to find out if

he caused trouble at

is here. Who are you?" The police officer at the police station replied

the table to steady herself before pleading, ‘Tm his

aunt?" the police officer repeated

entry. More than ten minutes had passed since she entered

states that those who commit the act of vandalism will be detained for fifteen days.

Susan responded hastily before rushing

the cramped and dark holding cell, she saw a young man wearing a

staring at the ceiling blankly. The sight of the wounds on his handsome face caused her heart to