Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1208

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.

The old monk was in the midst of placing a chess piece down, but he paused mid-air for a brief moment before continuing.

Sebastian noticed that and continued, “Louis said his power is prevalent, and I was defeated by him in the end as well. Yet your temple is right under his nose and doing well. That could only mean the two of you must know each other and go a long way back.”

“Haha…”

The old monk laughed once again.

However, 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 in his eyes.

The old monk seemed to be praising the young man for his intelligence.

“So, what kind of connection do you think I have with him?”

“Louis is the founding father of the country. The ten men who fought alongside him back then were awarded medals, but they have been slaughtered by me. Therefore, you’re not one of them.”

“All right. Who do you think I am then?”

The old monk became more interested in Sebastian’s guess. Even though it was regarding his own identity, he still held the teacup and eyed the young man with interest.

He reminded Sebastian of a busybody waiting to listen to some juicy gossip.

“Are you his son?”

Pfft!