Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden.

“Ms. Wand, where are you going?”

“Ahh?”

Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart raced with lingering shock.

“Oh, it’s you, Berta. I… I’m going upstairs to see if Little Ian’s awake.”

“You’re going up to see Ian? Ms. Wand, he isn’t awake yet, so don’t disturb him. Also, what did you bring here? Why does it look like that?”

Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, didn’t just prevent Sasha from seeing her son. She even poked her nose into Sasha’s business, asking about the things the latter had placed on the dining table.

Sasha explained, “Those are some pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home. I personally made them for Little Ian.”

“Ms. Wand, I’ve told you before that Ian can’t eat outside food. He’s sick, remember?”

Resentment was written on the housemaid’s face.

the food she brought, she reigned in her temper and insisted, “I personally made them. There won’t be a

with diarrhea because

drew together

because he ate the brownies I

possibility surfaced in her mind, she remained motionless

she didn’t think that her food itself was the problem since she was confident in her own skills. However, listening to what the housemaid said, she began to suspect that Ian

was a possibility that couldn’t be ruled out

face turned pale, thinking that she had caused Ian’s

both of

then, a tall figure descended the stairs, wearing a black tailored suit over a white shirt. The moment he

he should be at the company

Ian’s condition would worsen after eating whatever she brought, so I was offering

Sasha to the head of the

do it on purpose,” she stammered out an explanation, afraid that Sebastian would misunderstand her and never allow her to see her son

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

that were always devoid of warmth swept across the food on the table before returning to stare

you that he fell sick because of