Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

A memory surfaced in his mind.

When he was young, Frederick would often give him candy. Even though he did not like eating candy, the latter would still coax him into finishing it.

And they were the same as the one in his hand.

What does all of this mean?

Who am I? Who are my real parents?

“Who did you say is dead?”

“Y-Your… biological father. And this lady is your mother. She’s actually Mrs. Hayes’ younger sister. Back then, your father wanted to marry your mother immediately after they fell in love, but he met an accident before he could. Your mother was pregnant with you at that time. She couldn’t take the news and go mad after that.

“Later on, Mr. Hayes took her in. After you were born, Mr. and Mrs. Hayes brought you up as their own. Mr. Hayes was afraid your mother might wander off alone, so he built a place for her to stay in the basement.”

Wendy recounted everything Frederick had told her before.

However, she did not know that Frederick lied about something.

He chose not to tell Sebastian the whole truth. Perhaps he was afraid the powerful families in Jadeborough might bring calamity upon him after knowing the truth.

Sebastian froze on the spot.

Even though half of the truth had been left out, this news was already too much for him to digest.

Frederick Hayes isn’t my father.

this mean he never owed me a thing? And that I’m the one who owes him a life

is dead, and my birth mother has gone

I was a baby, and did so much for me because of my illness. In order

just to create a safe environment for

how did I repay

my respects to him at his funeral

hand that was holding the photo

heard himself asking, “Who else knows about

this information, so he must’ve known what would happen in the future, don’t you think

blanketed in silence, and the air was terrifyingly

thought of that

bring himself to delve

his real son, then I understand why he wanted

why did he still leave me thirty-five percent of the company’s current share distribution ratio? This means that if Peter’s twenty percent still can’t be found, I’d still

his purpose of doing

the other day at the military hospital, the look Channing gave me before leaving,

then Channing, his subordinate who followed him for so many years, wouldn’t have looked at

disbelief, and a hint of regret surged

fear that more cruel truths would surface in his mind, and he would forever be

still got to his

make sure she’s properly cleaned up, then take her to

What about you?”

staggered away without answering. Soon, the sound of

a hurry? Doesn’t he care about his

Saul grumbled