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.

and police had arrived in droves, prompted by the short clip broadcasted from the press conference at the summit. In

the man who had just committed a murder at the summit of the

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

half an hour without any sign of movement from within. On the other hand, the crowd that had

calm down. I’m

the Tower, Karl had seen the crowd that had gathered down below from his vantage point at the window.

his bloodshot eyes stared

eyes which grew more powerful with each passing minute until every bit of his rationality had been consumed in

his ability

think of Ian, will you? Or… Think

a start at the sound

Karl took advantage of his distraction as he

back into insanity a second later. At the slightest hint of Karl’s

Crack!

sickening crunch. He gasped, feeling as if he was about to black

Barring his

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

know he intends

“What?”

wants to get rid of me to take back what he thinks

strangely monotonous with cruel indifference on his face.

his heart drop out