Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

A hush fell over the ballroom. Even Millie, who was about to lash out at Sebastian, kept quiet after seeing the thunderous look on the latter’s face.

“So that’s why she didn’t want to attend the ball with me?” he muttered. The rising anger was like a blazing inferno that threatened to boil him from the inside out.

Karl silently agreed, but he did not dare to say that out loud. Instead, he gestured at Sebastian’s hand, from which a piece of broken glass shard was protruding. “Mr. Hayes, are you all right…? You’re bleeding.”

His words fell on deaf ears as Sebastian stood. “Excuse me,” he addressed the crowd, “I have some matters to attend. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

The rest watched him leave in stunned silence. None dared to question his abrupt departure, but the murderous look on his face had everyone speculating about what had happened.

Eager to write off the episode, Millie quickly found someone else as her beau for the night.

Meanwhile, Sasha and Solomon were sitting face to face at a cafe.

She had assumed it would take another two hours before Sebastian returned from the ball. By her calculations, there would be plenty of time for her to meet with Solomon and head back to the hotel with her roommate none the wiser.

Expressionless, she demanded, “Go on, what evidence do you have to prove that you are Yancy’s son?”

the best friend of Sasha’s mother,

and Yancy were the most well-known

from a long line of doctors and scholars respectively, Heather and

and talents department, Matilda was one of the

real estate business. With riches abound and coupled

well-matched in social and economic status. However, Yancy staunchly opposed to such an arrangement. After several fights with her parents, she left home for several months, only to return with a bun in her

Avenport into upheaval. Speculations and rumors about the

to see her best friend after the latter was disowned by her family

did not regret becoming pregnant, but she had refused to divulge the identity of the baby’s father. Not

was when someone showed up at her doorstep with an eight-year-old boy. The person told Heather that Yancy had died, leaving behind her son who was

words. A part of her had always believed that Yancy left to be with the man she loved, especially when she had said, in a firm tone, that she did

her death, Sasha’s mother never found out what had happened all those years ago

around me. Why would she hide this from me

not to say anything. When I was sent back to Avenport, your mom made arrangements to register my name under a welfare organization. You can take a look—all the documents