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?”

discovered that Madam Frieda was abducted by

Sasha listened without interrupting.

she felt the agonizing pain as if being cut by a knife.

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 so that he

the bodyguard the

like a time bomb, threatening her every

talked about it, she felt a

when he heard

knew about this

extreme stress all this while. Furthermore, she cannot be blamed for Madam

to

explosive vent just now, the ward had

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

the corpse on the bed, oblivious

“Mr. Hayes…”

pained at this

She did not know that not telling

explain to him that it was

reaction nor response

with his head lowered, like a lifeless machine

never been like

that blood was thicker than water. At the time when Frederick died, he had

else that Karl could do, so he left the ward. He had to