Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Her face turned pale.

Seeing that she had stabbed herself with the knife without any hesitation to save the child, Sebastian’s words weren’t as hurtful as compared to what he would say in the past.

He was right; she didn’t have the right to see Ian because she had abandoned him once. If she were to meet him as his mother and tell him the truth, wouldn’t that be doing him more harm?

“Madam, it’s not true when you stated that Mr. Hayes did not want this child. All these years, he has been treating Ian very well and is very involved in his life. Do you know why he always accompanies Ian for treatments? It’s because Ian’s physically weak and has a rare blood type. Mr. Hayes worries that if he is gone for too long, something bad might happen to Ian. That’s why he’s always by his side.”

It took quite a while before Sasha lifted her head and asked, “Rare… blood type?”

Luke nodded. “Yes. Same as you, his blood type is RH negative. That year, after his premature birth, Mr. Hayes flew him to Dartford Hospital that very night to save him. Madam, there’s really no need for you to doubt if his capability as a father.”

Luke told her everything earnestly.

After hearing that, Sasha was speechless. Her expression darkened suddenly. She felt as if Luke’s words had shaken her to the core.

“I understand. You can go now. Thank you for last night. And, you should… stop calling me “Madam” from now on. That’s not my position anymore, lest your president becomes upset if he hears it.”

Luke seemed as if he had something else to say, but he let out a sigh, turned around, and left the room.

Sasha did not go to Ian again. She remained in her cabin to focus on her recovery.

had also stopped locking her up and

the boy suddenly appeared at her cabin just when the

you

with his drone around the fenced area, so he wasn’t exactly

him, she couldn’t

Did you run out on your own? Isn’t your

would he watch over

around impatiently and walked away with

latter spoke to Sasha, he was always cheerful

a cold and dark aura hanging over him. He was exactly like his father, even though he was

heart ached

next to him while uttering cautiously, “I’m sorry, Little Ian. It was a misunderstanding. Woah! You’re very good at flying the

create a

the boy anymore. She was either afraid of saying the wrong things or feeling utterly guilty

didn’t even dare to

her words. He walked towards the fenced area and started

as she looked at the

Little Ian, I’ve forgotten to tell you that if you add a little tinfoil on the tail of the drone, it can fly even