Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Aunt Kelly, our plan failed.”

“We’re lucky that Matilda did not rat us out. I’m warning you, you better not mess up again, or I will kill you!”

Kelly, who had been in trepidation for the past two days, grew angry when her niece mentioned it again.

They were indeed in dire straits.

When their plan had failed, they did not expect Sebastian to put an end to the Emmanuels. He even handed over his aunt to the police.

Thanks to her quick thinking, Kelly had gotten someone to pacify Matilda and promised her the safety of the Emmanuels. Otherwise, she and her niece would not be where they were now if Matilda had confessed.

Kelly was bogged down by it.

Xandra stopped talking and repeatedly looked at the book in her hand. She stared at the word that was in the book—schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia. Her guess was right.

The man had a skeleton in the cupboard, so why should they still be suppressed by him? After all, the cards were in their hands now.

She stroked the word with her red nails, and a satisfying smile spread across her face.

Sasha slept soundly that night, probably because she had a load off her mind. Besides, she had not fully recovered yet, considering she had just fled from the hospital.

When she woke up the next day, it was a particularly bright day for her.

“Ian, shall we wait for Mommy to have calzone together?”

Christmas

of children whispering in the quiet

up in bed and saw two children sitting on the

handsome and cool child, and the other was cute and

was Ian

out of bed and said, “Good

Vivian quickly got up

daughter, and then she looked at

Have

Christmas Eve, so Ms. Dolivo made some calzone. But Grandpa and that bad woman are here. Do you want

Sasha was startled.

and the

Who?

send the food up.” In a snap, Ian made the decision. His domineering and

son into a tight embrace and

she felt she should go down to meet Frederick and the woman.

self-deprecating smile as she thought

children out of her room and

when she came out from the bathroom, she looked fresh. There wasn’t the slightest trace of sickly pallor

“Mommy…”

was not familiar with the people downstairs. Since she

stepped forward and held her daughter’s

mother and child made their way

The calzone is ready, come and have a