Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Matteo, who was guarding their suitcases, noticed her abnormality. He grabbed Vivi’s wrist as the two rushed up to her. “Mommy, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“W-What?”

Sasha was boiling with rage when suddenly her child’s voice crept into her ears. She lowered her head to look at them standing beside her. Oh no, how could I have forgotten about Matt and Vivi! It doesn’t matter if that b*stard catches me, but I can’t let him find out about them. Or I will lose my most precious babies.

Finally, she came back to her senses. Kneeling in front of Matteo, she grabbed his arms and explained, “Matt, listen to me now. I can’t bring you guys to Jetroina because there’s an emergency that I need to attend to. I’ll call Ms. Fischer to come over and bring you back. Is it okay?”

Matteo fell silent for a while.

Although he was surprised by his mom’s sudden change of decision, he nodded his agreement upon seeing the panic and the tinge of guilt in her eyes.

“Alright, Mommy. Don’t worry. I will take good care of Vivi and go home with Ms. Fischer.”

“Matt, you’re such a good boy. I’ll leave everything to you then. Now I’ll bring you guys to the café over there where you wait for Ms. Fischer.”

Sasha looked at her thoughtful son lovingly. With a heavy heart, she pulled him into her arms.

Standing beside them, Vivian wanted a hug too. “Mommy, why do you only hug Matt? I want a hug too!”

“Oh, I’ve missed out on our little Vivi. Come, let me hug you!”

who had a plushie in her arms. Soon after that,

she received a call from

at work? Mr.

she replied impassively while walking out of the

got into her

Sebastian since she didn’t owe that man anything;

was reluctant to meet him. Besides, she was worried that she might

all the way across the globe to settle down in Moranta. It was beyond her expectation that he would show up

to a head, she might as well

regained her usual composure. There was not a trace of

the meantime, Sebastian was toying with a doctor’s ID card as he waited

name indeed sounds better than

woman who dared fake her death under his eyes had also acquired a better taste over the past five

stared intently at the photo attached to the ID card with his bloodshot

Mr. Hayes alright? D-Dr. Nancy is

him. Sitting near that man, the director couldn’t help feeling

didn’t know how to respond since he

knew was that after the latter heard about that woman and the babies’ death, he personally chose three burial plots of the best location in the cemetery and buried them in his capacity as a husband and