Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1810

“But...”

“Okay, great. Now that this is sorted out, Ian, you should come home with me and rest early tonight.”

Sasha did not leave Susan any room for further discussion. After rejecting her request swiftly, she changed the topic and focused on her son.

Ian was quiet the whole time.

When he was about to leave, he took out the Kindle and returned it to Susan.

“Here you go.”

“Hmm?” Susan looked up at his face, only to realize that he had looked away and walked off with his mother.

Holding on to her device, she watched the mother and son duo leave the ward. Moments later, she collected herself after Sigrith approached her.

“Susan, you must repay the kindness of your cousin and his wife, did you hear me? We must have done something right in our past lives to have met such compassionate people in this life.”

She nagged like a doting mother, reminding her to be grateful.

Susan said nothing.

She gripped her device tightly until her knuckles turned white from the vice-like grip.

Slowly, she released her fingers when they entered the elevator.

“Yes, Mom. I'll surely remember their good deeds and try my best to return the favor.”

“Great. Listen to them, and don't upset them in any way. Do remember to keep a look out for Ian in school. This is basic courtesy, do you understand?”

“I know...” she muttered indifferently, almost inaudible.

Yes, I'll etch this advice in my head to fulfill my duty as a senior and take care of Ian. I shall do so to show my gratitude toward the couple and their family.

Then, Susan went home with her mother.

After a simple meal, Susan went into the room to help her mother pack her hospital bag.

Buzz!

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Who could it be to send me a message at this hour?

She stopped what she was doing and reached for the phone.

Upon unlocking the screen, she noticed the black and white profile picture. There was no text apart from a screenshot of flight details.

It's Ian!

Subconsciously, her lips curled upward. Her fingers started typing away, and she was ready to send him a list of messages to initiate a small talk.

What are you up to? Have you had dinner? What did you eat?

She typed a lot, but hesitated right before she was about to click the send button.

Her mother's advice dawned on her...