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

bed and saw two children sitting on the mat near the window in her

and cool child, and the other

Ian and

of bed and said, “Good morning,

of her voice, Vivian quickly got up from the mat and

and then she looked

I overslept. Have you both

Eve, so Ms. Dolivo made some calzone. But Grandpa and that bad woman

Sasha was startled.

the

Who?

to go down, Mommy. We’ll send the food up.” In a snap,

her son into a tight embrace and

Sasha was touched by Ian’s thoughtfulness, she felt she should go down to meet Frederick and the woman. They were

gave a small, self-deprecating smile as she

of her room and went

out from the bathroom, she looked fresh. There wasn’t the slightest

“Mommy…”

was not familiar with the people downstairs. Since she wasn’t feeling courageous,

that, Sasha stepped forward

and child made their way

come down. The calzone is ready, come and have