Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Oh, the scene… Sasha thought to herself, too horrified to revisit it in her memory.

It was too cruel for words. Despite being a doctor for so many years, the sight of blood splattered everywhere frightened her so much that she felt a wave of nausea just thinking of it.

Frederick, who arrived as soon as he heard the news promptly settled the matter.

Around the same time, Sebastian was locked up, losing his freedom, and branded as one of the most dangerous men in the country. After six years, his uncle had appeared and with much effort, persuaded Frederick to allow him to bring Sebastian abroad.

All of these were kept secret back then.

These secrets were well sealed. The medical staff who had handled Margaret’s body back then had been exterminated by Frederick to ensure their everlasting silence.

How was it possible for loose ends to still appear? Also, there was that broadcast of the incident from back then!

Sasha stood up without knowing what to do. Trembling from head to toe, she grasped clumsily at objects in her path to steady herself as she headed out.

She had made up her mind to see Sebastian.

Sasha was certain that he would undoubtedly have an adverse reaction when he finds out as this was his worst recurring nightmare and the darkest secret buried in his heart.

The exposure of his deeds would consume him like a rabid beast if she did not speak to him.

Finally deciding on a course of action, Sasha hailed a cab and made haste for Empire State Tower.

Things were chaotic at the Tower.

broadcasted from the press conference at the summit. In less than half an hour, Empire State Tower had

man who had just committed a murder

be apprehended the minute he appeared. Even worse, he would be killed on

any sign of movement from within. On the other hand, the crowd that had

please calm down. I’m

down below from his vantage

pale and distracted, his bloodshot

glinted malevolently in Sebastian’s eyes which grew more powerful with each

his ability to keep his employer

Hayes, please think of Ian, will you? Or… Think

start at

of his distraction as he attempted

second later. At the slightest hint of

Crack!

wrist snapped with a sickening crunch. He gasped, feeling as if

grip on Sebastian. Barring his employer’s path with his body, he pleaded once more.

from his earlier trauma, as evidenced by how he had snapped

intends

“What?”

and wants to get rid of me to take back

with cruel indifference on his face.

drop