Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“What are the bunch of you doing? Bring me the first aid box. Now!”

“Yes, Mr. Hayes.”

“Sebastian, you’re… finally here. Should… I be t-thankful that you… you still have a shred of humanity i-in you? Hearing… that I’m dying, you… came?”

After having to suffer for almost ten grueling hours, Sasha turned her head slowly towards the man and glanced at him with her puffy eyes. She had cried so much that there were no tears left.

Sebastian was infuriated. “Are you crazy? Just because I told my dad you’re alive doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you dying!”

“Really?” She gave him a miserable smile.

could a person like

said it himself that it wouldn’t make any difference

replied, “If that’s the case, can

say? Give him back

me, or even… wish death upon me right now, but can’t you give Little Ian a chance to live seeing that he is your own flesh and blood? He’s innocent. Are you

opened her bloodshot eyes and glared at him, like a trapped beast that had been driven

furrowed even more. “What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by giving him a chance to live? He’s my son, haven’t I been doing

Ian’s fingers even though he’s still so young, and she even pinched him. He is only five years old, Sebastian. I gave birth to him; he is very much valuable to me. If you really don’t want him

utterly exhausted, she peeled herself off the ground and

away as his chiseled face filled with disgust

away?