Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Are you the child’s parent?”

While Sebastian was spacing out as he stood in front of Vivian’s hospital bed and stared at the medical chart, Vivian’s attending doctor came in. Upon seeing him, he asked that question.

Putting down the medical chart, Sebastian nodded. “Yes. How is she doing right now?”

“Her condition has stabilized now. This is her blood test report that just came out. Her blood type is very rare—RhB. Is the blood type of either you or her mother Rh?”

The doctor handed him a blood test report.

Hearing that, Sebastian was stunned for a moment.

RhB? I know Sasha’s blood type is Rh, and Ian inherited it. But this little girl is actually RhB? For her blood type to be RhB, the father’s blood type must be B, theoretically speaking. Only then is there a high possibility of having a child with a blood type of that combination. And my blood type just happens to be B.

Unwittingly, that thought flashed through his mind.

“Mister? Are you okay?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Sebastian gathered his wits about him. “I’m fine. To answer your question, her mother’s blood type is Rh.” Then, he took the blood test report in chagrin.

Ugh! What has that got to do with me? Tens of thousands of men in this world have the blood type of B! I must have gotten my wires crossed to have such an absurd thought!

He didn’t pay more attention. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he told Wendy to go back and take care of the other two children since it was getting late.

Meanwhile, he stayed at the hospital and waited for Vivian to wake up.

“Mommy…”

discern her discomfort every so often from the twitching of her red, swollen eyelids. Her petite mouth was in a

in her dreams, she was calling

you still calling out to her? She doesn’t

a fist was squeezing his heart, the

was actually aware that things were

she never gave up battling him for

she simply left without any regard for

a white line. For a long time, he sat there staring at her face that resembled her mother’s without

him. “He’s really a good father. It’s New Year’s Eve

men who are

father, but her uncle instead,” the young daughter

father. Look at her distinct resemblance with

the debate quickly ended

hear a single word either since his

awake? Are you

he exhibited great patience. Getting to his feet, he approached the hospital bed and leaned down

had just woken, her pale face still carried a pallid

eyes that resembled crystal marbles instantly lit up at the

for her mother, and her childish voice was

at once,

scooped her up from the hospital bed. “Your mommy has something to do, so she’s not here. But I

“Really?”