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?”

he discovered that Madam Frieda was abducted by Devin’s men, he caught up with the train and then he found

Sasha listened without interrupting.

if being cut by a knife. She

to hide the truth from him. When I was imprisoned in Jetroina by Yancy, she told me this. Every day, she threatened to publicize his identity

she told the

long she had kept this secret which was like a time bomb, threatening her every minute and every second, keeping her wary and exhausting the very life

it, she

was astounded when he

about this

this while. Furthermore, she cannot be blamed for Madam Frieda’s death. Everything she did was for

returned to

now, the ward had become

when Karl entered inside, he discovered that the man inside was in a worse condition than before. He sat there quietly, but he seemed to have cut off from the

eyes at the

“Mr. Hayes…”

was pained

to him and stood behind him. “Mrs. Hayes meant no harm. She did not know that not telling you would result

wanted to explain to him that it was not

was no reaction nor response from

the bed with his head lowered, like

never been

that blood was thicker than water. At the time when Frederick died, he had not seen him this

he left the ward. He had to talk with the