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?”

it’s Christmas

could hear the soft voices of children whispering

and saw two children sitting on the

a handsome and cool child,

Ian

out of bed and said, “Good morning, my

the sound of her voice, Vivian

bent over and cuddled her daughter, and then she looked at her eldest son

I overslept. Have you

bad woman are here. Do you want to go down, Mommy?” Vivian asked as

Sasha was startled.

the

Who?

snap, Ian made the decision. His domineering

son into a tight embrace and caressed

by Ian’s thoughtfulness, she felt she should go down to meet Frederick and the woman. They were probably here to see

as

room and went

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

“Mommy…”

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

stepped forward and held

mother and child made

finally come down. The calzone is