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

the soft voices of children whispering

saw two children sitting on the mat

and cool child, and the other

Ian and

got out of bed and said, “Good morning,

of her voice, Vivian quickly got up from

cuddled her daughter, and then she looked

sorry, I overslept. Have you both

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

Sasha was startled.

the

Who?

a snap, Ian made the decision.

into a tight embrace and caressed his

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

gave a small, self-deprecating smile as she thought

of her room and went to the bathroom to

she looked fresh. There wasn’t the slightest trace of sickly pallor on her

“Mommy…”

people downstairs. Since she wasn’t feeling courageous, she stayed in the room to wait

seeing that, Sasha stepped forward

made their way

down. The calzone is ready, come