Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 14

“Is something wrong, Mommy? What happened?”

Seeing that his mother had been away for a little too long, Matteo went into the house to check on her. When he saw how angry she was, his brow furrowed with concern.

Is that bad guy bullying Mommy again? He’s making her so mad.

“It’s alright, Matt. Erm… I want to discuss something with you… Do you and your sister want to go back to great-aunt’s place?”

Sasha knelt in front of her son and kept a tight lid on her emotions as she discussed the matter carefully with him.

There was no point for her to hide now. Her next move was to rescue Willow from the scum’s hands.

It was definitely impossible for her to bring the children along, and she couldn’t leave them here alone, either. It would be too dangerous. She couldn’t rule out the possibility of both children being discovered by the scum.

Therefore, the only way was to send them back to their homeland so he wouldn’t find them.

Matteo looked at his mother and asked, “Go back to great-aunt’s place? Do you mean back to our homeland? Is Mommy coming with us too?”

“Yes, I am. But a little later than you. I will arrange for someone to send you and your sister back first, okay?”

“Okay. Mommy, you must come soon.”

Matteo soft-pedaled his mother’s decision in sending him and his sister back.

Sasha immediately booked the flights for her two children and contacted another trustworthy friend to take them in.

Half an hour later, at a local pier.

Sasha huffed and puffed as she sped all the way. Finally, she caught sight of Willow being tied up and dangled on the outer deck. Her friend was crying in fear as she struggled to free herself from the ropes.

That monster!

Sasha was absolutely livid. She got out of the car, dashed onto the deck, and stopped in front of the ship.

“Sebastian! You b*stard! Let go of her now. Why did you tie her up? I’m the one you’re looking for. Let go of her immediately!”

Sasha was seething, and she would have stabbed the monster if she had a knife in her hand.

The scum finally appeared from the ship after hearing her shouts.

It was a chilly day, and the bitterly cold winds cut like a knife. The piteous cries of a woman bounded by ropes filled the air. But the crazy man stood nonchalantly with a glass of red wine in his hand.