Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

They had also been registered as “Hayes” instead of “Jadeson”, but that still wasn’t a reason to treat them so lowly.

This was a parents’ group chat, after all. Didn’t they have even this basic sense of respect?

Sasha was in disbelief.

The bell finally rang, and Sasha walked in with her card in hand.

As expected, the Grade 1 Class 4 classroom was already surrounded by parents waiting eagerly.

Every one of them was dressed to the nines, and the women had expensive purses to top it all off.

As for the men, if they weren’t on a phone call with their expensive briefcases between their arms, then they were purposely flashing their wrists adorned with pricey watches as they scrolled through their first-class mobile phones.

“Mrs. Lane, Jean did exceptionally well today. Maybe you can give her a nice reward when you get home.”

“Mr. Lynch, Jayden is a really bright kid. He got a few questions wrong, but I’m sure he’ll do even better for the next test.”

“Mrs. Thompson!”

The teacher started calling out each child from the classroom.

As each kid came outside, she started patiently explaining their results and describing what they could do to improve to their parents.

After that, all the parents went home happily.

time for Ian and Matteo to be

Hayes? Is Mrs.

here,” Sasha

been crowding around the classroom immediately parted

everyone’s eyes on

she’s the mom of those

were severely doubting the twins’ intelligence due to

toward Sasha were mostly filled with pity and

approached

today? It was bad enough that

“Huh?”

only shock everyone

“A fight?”

your son wanted to snatch it away. When Stanley tried to take it back,

teacher pulled a small boy with a bruised face out of the classroom and pointed at his

Sasha fell dead silent.

when they only just got

up and pulled her sons closer to her. “What happened? Why are you snatching

That toy was Ian’s Transformers figurine, but Stanley took it and said it was his. He even pushed

dark, but he

boy named Stanley Cade suddenly yelled, “You liar! That’s mine! My dad bought it for me from overseas. How could a hillbilly like

seven years old, and yet he was already talking like

once again. He rolled up his sleeves, preparing to