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!”

out a chuckle as she embraced her daughter, who had a plushie in her arms. Soon after that, she

she received a call from the

are you at work? Mr. Jackson is

my way,” she replied impassively while walking

got into her car and

she was not afraid of confronting Sebastian since she didn’t owe that man

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

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

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

way to the hospital, she regained her usual composure. There

toying with a doctor’s ID card as he waited in

This name indeed sounds better than

gutsier, that woman who dared fake her death under his eyes had also acquired

stared intently at the photo attached to the ID

voice, “M-Mr. Scott, i-is Mr. Hayes alright? D-Dr. Nancy is on… on her way

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

know how to respond since he had

the babies’ death, he personally chose three burial plots of the best location in the cemetery and buried them in his