Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Vivian went to inform her brothers in their room. As expected, they were excited and began to pack for the trip. They wanted to bring everything.

Sabrina was speechless as she saw what was going on in her nephews’ room.

“Silly children. What is there to be happy? Don’t you know that your mother’s going there to save your father?” Sabrina was such a spoilsport. It was no wonder that she did not have many friends.

Sasha did not say anything when she heard Sabrina’s comment. She pulled Vivian’s luggage down the corridor and pushed it to her. “You should send us there.”

“Why me? Sasha, you’re becoming arrogant. How can you order me around like a housemaid?” Sabrina complained unhappily.

Sasha looked at her calmly and said, “I can’t drive there myself in my current condition. Also, when did I ever treat you as a housemaid? You’re my children’s aunt and the only person we can rely on, so I can only ask you for help.”

Sabrina was left without retort.

I’m the only person they can rely on?

Fine, I’ve no choice but to agree then.

With that thought, Sabrina pulled the luggage with her and went out.

A few minutes later, Sasha left for the village with her three children. Before leaving, Wendy reminded her again, “Madam, you have to bring Mr. Sebastian back safely. I’m counting on you.”

“I know. Don’t worry. I’ll bring Sebastian back,” Sasha answered Wendy confidently. She was trying to reassure herself too.

Yes, I’ll bring him back safe and sound.

too long. I want to settle

Bay in

night in Floral Village, a small mountain village in

were pitch black and devoid of any movement or lamps. It was as if the whole village fell into a deep sleep and

Hudson’s house was at the edge of

stayed in this house previously during the

a man was sleeping on the upper

the bed. One could vaguely hear his groaning

check on him?” Greg’s wife, Martha Hudson, had sharp ears. She woke Greg up upon hearing

Greg opened his eyes.

seems like the man

of them got out of their bed quickly.

Knock, knock, knock…

Hayes, are you having a headache again? I brought some aspirin for you,” Martha called out and knocked on the door. She wanted to

had always lived simple lives, they were willing to do

the door for a

Creak…

wave of cigarette smoke came out of the room,

you smoking again? Do you have a headache again? You

neglect your health.” Greg smelled the smoke too, so he advised the haggard

The man seemed unwell.

unshaven and had