Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1232

Chapter 1232 The Angler And His Prey

Shin lifted the coffee pot once more.

“Aren’t you going to explain things to me?” Sebastian asked.

Shin froze in thought. Several minutes later, he poured a clear, dark brew out of the dainty coffee pot.

“What would you like to know about?”

“Everything!” Sebastian gritted out, barely able to control his patience.

He was understandably agitated. After all, he had been ecstatic to receive the medal and to learn that Shin was still alive. He had even held the medal to his chest through the night.

The joy was, however, short-lived. Sebastian had been horrified to discover that Shin was involved in Eddie’s shady dealings.

The highly-decorated Eddie had had a hand in smuggling firearms and establishing powerful, covert forces, with which he secretly controlled the White House for decades.

Every one of his dirty deeds had Shin’s name on it.

How could this be? Why couldn’t he be a hero who sacrificed himself for the good of his country? Why did he have to band up with some despicable traitor? Is that what truly makes him happy?

Sebastian struggled to come to terms with the discovery.

Shin took in his distraught expression and sighed deeply.

“All right, I’ll tell you everything. Where should I begin? Let’s start from the day I finally woke up; the day I realized I hadn’t died.”

Waves of memories overwhelmed him.

It was a momentous occasion, given that he had never spoken of these memories to anyone else beyond Eddie in the last thirty years.

“Eddie Limmer was the first person I saw after I woke up. He still had both his legs then, and he was alone in my room. Eddie seemed excited that I was awake, and he said he was inching closer to his empire.”

“His empire?” Sebastian asked warily.

Shin nodded. “You heard me correctly. I only found out later on that there were many others like me who Eddie had taken under his wing, though we were more like fish he had caught.”

The simile he drew was striking.

Sebastian stopped in the middle of lifting his cup. He stared at the monk, sensing that something was not right.