Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Frederick was shocked looking at Ian. “What are you talking about, Ian? Who wants to harm Matteo? Are you talking about your grand-uncle and grand-aunt?”

“Yes.”

Everyone in the room blinked their eyes in disbelief—not because Ian was able to express himself articulately—but because what he revealed was frightening.

“Ian, I know you don’t like your grand-uncle, but you can’t accuse them just like that. The doctor said that Matteo just caught a cold.”

There was no way Frederick would buy what the kid said, but he still tried to understand the boy.

“I know it’s them. I fell sick after I went to their place too!” Ian shouted back. He could not control his emotions anymore.

Tim stepped in and wanted to speak some sense into Ian, but Frederick quickly stopped him.

“Alright, Ian. I won’t let Matteo go over to Roderick’s place anymore, is that okay? It’s already late at night, why not you go back to bed?”

Ian glared at Frederick coldly and walked out with the butler.

Frederick did not believe a word Ian said. After all, he had had the whole incident checked the last time Ian fell sick. It was just pure coincidence. No one in the whole residence would believe what Ian said.

Frederick wondered if he should also do another investigation this time, but he did not translate that fleeting thought into actions.

woke up again the next day, there was already no one

remaining warmth on

asked us to

voice called Sasha back

Soup?

not expecting Sebastian to be so

“Alright. I’m coming.”

got out of bed and went to

uneasy thinking about meeting Wendy again later since even she herself could not explain

despite their rocky relationship, she slept here last

room door after

her own room on the second floor and got

when she looked at the pajama she was wearing. Sebastian

where the children were. “All of them went to the Hayes residence? Even Vivi?” she asked

Don’t worry, Ms. Wand. Mr. Hayes already called them this morning. They’re

“Alright.”

she worried about. Since the Hayes did not know about her real identity,

assurance that the children were having a good

already toward the end of the year. The blue sky was clear and the weather was blissful. Over at the hanging garden on the second floor, blue hydrangea and moth orchids blossomed under the warm sun as if they were in their prime.

and fell into deep thoughts. Before long, she scrolled all the way down through