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!”

her daughter, who had a plushie in

she received a call from

you at work? Mr. Jackson is

she replied impassively while walking out

her car

not afraid of confronting Sebastian since she didn’t owe that man anything; she did nothing

avoided him because she was reluctant to meet him. Besides, she was

the globe to settle down in Moranta. It was beyond her expectation that he would

the matter had already come to a head, she might as well meet him and deal

her usual composure. There was not a trace of emotion on

the meantime, Sebastian was toying with a doctor’s

indeed sounds

becoming gutsier, that woman who dared fake her death under his

the photo attached to the ID card with

voice, “M-Mr. Scott, i-is Mr.

grim expression on Sebastian’s face daunted him. Sitting near that man, the director couldn’t help feeling suffocated by his intimidating

how to respond since he had no

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