Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

None of them had expected such an outcome, including Jonathan.

“Old Mr. Jadeson, what about-”

“Get out! All of you!” he shouted angrily.

In the end, he still hadn’t punished Jasmine.

Sebastian’s expression was just as ugly. He watched as Devin left, then glared daggers at the old man. If it wasn’t for Mark holding him back, both of them would have argued again.

Sasha stood there, at a loss.

She didn’t expect such a thing to happen. The woman didn’t think she did any wrong because she was protecting her children by finding out the real culprits who tried to harm them.

However, when she saw the man get angry for the first time since he was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder after watching Devin leave, she started to wonder if what she did was right.

“Are you okay, Mommy?”

Matteo noticed that she was acting weird, and asked when the rest had left.

Sasha looked down at her son. After a second, she nodded her head and said, “I’m fine. Go play over there with your sister, okay? I’m going upstairs to check on Daddy.”

“Okay.”

The boy did as he was told, and brought his siblings outside to play after answering.

Sasha arrived on the third floor a few minutes later and saw that the door to the bedroom was closed.

She mustered up her courage before knocking on the door. “Mr. Hayes, are you in there? I brought you something to eat.”

at the bowl of yam

was

locked, and it seemed as if there was no

even

she stood before the door, saying, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hayes. I was too impulsive regarding this matter. I shouldn’t have notified Old Mr. Jadeson immediately, causing all these to happen.

woman started

lock himself in the room like this because seeing

ensued after she was

of hope vanished into thin

seems like he

she turned to

nothing to do with you. You should head down

man’s familiar voice sounded from the

he sounded like he was in a bad mood, Sasha clearly

blame me

she felt as though a stone was lifted from her heart, and

right away. Then… I’ll leave the bowl of yam porridge right

take care of

can’t believe he’s not angry at me for

the worries she felt earlier had

couldn’t really be blamed for

would have been in great

was she guilty

was as though Sebastian’s body was shrouded in iciness as he stayed in the room. He stared at his phone’s

Mr. Hayes. Please feel free to contact me if there are