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.

again the next day, there

remaining warmth on

you awake, Ms. Wand? Mr. Hayes asked us to make you some herbal

voice called Sasha back

Soup?

expecting Sebastian

“Alright. I’m coming.”

got out of bed and went to wash up

again later since even she herself could not

despite their rocky relationship,

door after washing up,

her own room on

of embarrassment rushed through her when she looked at the pajama she was wearing.

where the children were. “All of them

Ms. Wand. Mr. Hayes already called them this

“Alright.”

going over. It was Vivian that she worried about. Since the Hayes did not know about her real

the assurance that the children were having a good time

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. They

thoughts. Before long, she scrolled all the way down through