Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Even he did not know if he was smiling because he saw that hint of worry on his father’s face or because he had managed to prank somebody.

The smile stayed on his lips while his amber eyes were filled with amusement.

He stared at the finger while a storm brewed within his chest. There was no way he would admit that he was trembling as his chest heaved wildly.

A wide chasm yawned between the father and son.

From the moment he stepped into this career, and when his son contracted the terminal illness, their relationship had already begun to deteriorate.

“I know that you’ve been secretly providing for my half-brother all this time. He is healthy and is also very intelligent. I also know that my mother has been very cruel and has done many wrong things. However, can you make sure my mother is well taken care of after my death? After all, I’ve already done so much for you.”

This was all that Baylor asked of his father right before he fell to the ground.

Alfred dashed to him.

He was practically on his knees as he hugged Baylor in his arms with reddened eyes. “Don’t talk anymore! I’ll bring you to the doctor immediately.”

At last, he was feeling regret as he picked his son up in a bid to look for a doctor.

However, it was already too late.

Baylor’s vision was already blurry when he mumbled softly, “I-I followed your instruction to make only one microchip person. However, it was that idiot Hubert who made a mistake… Sebastian… it was all his fault. You have to watch out for him. If you want to take down the Jadesons, you have to… get rid of him first…”

Those were his last words to Alfred.

went limp as his head fell into Alfred’s arms. It was as if he was a little boy

Alfred trembled violently.

was not the ending that he had

this son since he was born. This was because he was unhappy in his marriage

he had nothing but stern words

was to assume

would save his son if he was about to

caused trouble. On top of that, he expected

child to have done so much for him despite his disregard for him. His son had

his embrace

room when he came by again. Gleefully, he thought that the matter was

“Sir…”

words could leave his lips, he suddenly saw Alfred on his knees

and he could

shone into the room

son has already committed suicide out of

“Yes, sir.”

grandson. From now on, we won’t do things from the shadows anymore. The White House’s first target is to ensure that

“Yes, sir!”

he agreed. He then went off to make

here at Jadeborough. They had hogged the position as the top family for way too long. It was

seemed to sense this

…