Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1208 You Brat

“If it was you, would you be able to still your mind? Your children and family are being controlled by others, and even your own freedom is being restricted. All you can do is sit and wait like a loser in a place like this. Can you keep your mind still under such circumstances?”

“I can. If not, I wouldn’t have been able to stay here for the past few decades,” said the old monk with a smile.

Sebastian was about to drink from his teacup when he stopped.

The snow was still falling outside.

The wind had not stopped either.

However, at that moment, when he looked at the old monk, it was as if he had temporarily forgotten his frustration.

All Sebastian saw was the smiling face of the old monk.

The past few decades.

So, who exactly is he? He was able to save us from Louis and has been staying at the temple for so long. What is his real identity?

“Who exactly are you?”

In the end, Sebastian could not help but ask.

The old monk chuckled heartily again. “Mr. Hayes, you’ve asked me this question umpteen times. Haven’t I already told you? My name is Master Abner, the abbot of this temple.”

“No, you’re not. You’re probably related to him,” murmured Sebastian while cradling his cup of tea.

piece down, but he

prevalent, and I was defeated by him in the end as well. Yet your temple is right under his nose and doing

“Haha…”

old monk laughed

this time, he did not beat around the bush. His silence could also be taken as an admission. There was even a slither of approval

old monk seemed to be praising

what kind of connection do you think I

him back then

right. Who do you

his own identity, he still held the teacup and

waiting to listen

“Are you his son?”

Pfft!

a mouthful

Good job,

took the old monk a long time before he cleared his throat and put the cup

for myself, I’m around sixty-odd years of age. Do you think Louis became a father around the age

Sebastian stopped talking.

conceive when

strong reaction of the old monk, Sebastian dismissed that

afternoon, Sasha returned to have lunch and heard about the incident. She did not think it was possible, but it made her

you remember something? Back then when Sophie invited me to the Limmer family’s Golden Heights,

“A younger brother?”

became the founding father. Nothing is mentioned further