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.

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

father is dead, and my birth

baby, and did so much for me because of my illness. In order to protect me, he was even willing to kill, always

to create a safe environment

did I

pay my respects to him at his funeral

that was holding

remorse and self-blame, he heard himself asking, “Who

this information, so he must’ve

was blanketed in silence, and the air was terrifyingly

he thought of that

himself

real son, then I understand why he wanted me to

why did he still leave me thirty-five percent of the company’s current share distribution ratio? This means that if Peter’s

his

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

me because his real son had returned, then Channing, his subordinate who followed him for so many years, wouldn’t have

of regret

He did not dare to think further, for fear that more cruel truths would surface in

that, he still got to

properly

about

man staggered away without answering. Soon, the sound of him going upstairs could

the hell, man? Why’s he in such a hurry? Doesn’t he

Saul grumbled in