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…”

sleep was fitful, and one could discern her discomfort every so often from the twitching of

she was calling

out to her? She doesn’t want you

was squeezing his heart, the pain so great that he

was actually aware that things were

children. In the past, she never gave

however, she simply left without any regard for

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

her daughter across them in the emergency room saw his dedication, they started talking about him. “He’s really a good father. It’s New Year’s Eve today, yet he’s keeping watch over his

few young men who are

perhaps it’s not her father, but her

be her uncle? He’s obviously her father. Look at her distinct resemblance with

debate quickly ended when

hear a single word either since his

awake? Are you feeling unwell

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

Vivian had just woken, her pale

her big eyes that resembled crystal marbles instantly lit up at the sight

for her mother, and

at once,

has something

“Really?”