Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Finally, Karl led Sasha out of the ward.

“Mrs. Hayes, Madam Frieda has just passed on and Mr. Hayes is very emotional. He doesn’t mean to hurt you. The incident this morning was very traumatic to him. Please do not take it to heart. Let him calm down.”

She was trembling all over. Holding her handbag tight in her hands, her hands were so tightly clenched that her nails were digging into her palms, almost cutting into her flesh.

She had never been so frightened before.

Neither had she ever felt so sad.

However, after listening to this bodyguard’s words, she was somewhat comforted.

“I… I never meant to harm him or let his mother get harmed.”

“I know. It’s just that what happened last night was too traumatic for him. Madam Frieda was always mentally unsound. Perhaps, before this happened, Mr. Hayes and his mother did not bond very well.”

“Nevertheless, last night, on the train, when the Jadesons wanted to shoot Mr. Hayes, Frieda shielded him without hesitation. That was simply too much for him or even anyone to bear.”

When Karl came to this part, his voice was really solemn.

It was as if there was a heavy load upon him and he struggled to breathe.

Pitter patter. Sasha’s tears came splattering down again.

After some time, with tears in her voice, she asked, “So, does he know his own identity now?”

abducted by Devin’s men, he caught

Sasha listened without interrupting.

pain as if being cut by a knife. She stood

truth from him. When I was imprisoned in Jetroina by Yancy, she told me this. Every day, she threatened to publicize his identity so that he would be despised as an illegitimate child. How could I tell him about

told the bodyguard the

was like a time bomb, threatening her every minute and every second, keeping

when she talked about it,

was astounded when he heard about

about

she has been under extreme stress all this while. Furthermore, she cannot

to the

explosive vent just now,

man inside was in a worse condition than before. He sat there quietly, but he seemed

the corpse on the bed, oblivious to

“Mr. Hayes…”

heart was pained at

did not know that not

explain to him that it was not his

was no reaction nor response from

the bed with his head lowered, like a lifeless machine in total silence. It was very

never been like this

thicker than water. At the time when Frederick died, he had not seen

so he left the ward. He had to talk with the hospital authorities about