Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 362

She felt like she had to get to the bottom of this.

Half an hour later at Frontier Bay

"What’s going on? Hasn’t Sebastian shown up yet?”

“Are you being serious? How could he possibly come out today? Can’t you see how many heavily armed bodyguards they’ve got behind that door?

Shortly after, a series of soft steps approached.

Sasha was not expecting the perimeters of the Royal Court One to be clogged completely by vehicles and reporters who brought along their assortment of cameras, hoping to get in on this one big scoop.

Seeing what awaited her prompted Sasha to turn around, as being Sebastian’s ex-spouse meant that she would be someone of great interest to anyone within the ranks of the press who might recognize her, and should she be discovered, it would likely not bode well for that man.

She gritted her teeth and considered not going inside, but how was she to investigate the matter if she refrained from entering?

It was at that moment that she got the jitters and wondered if it was because someone inside the Royal Court One spotted her.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, Mommy. Boo hoo…”

On the other end of the line, Matteo started to bawl the moment the call got through.

That served to compound Sasha’s trepidation. “Mommy’s right here, Matt. Tell me what’s happening in there. Where’s your daddy? And how about Ian? How are y’all doing?”

“Boo hoo… Daddy’s been taken by Mr. Frost. Ian and I are here… It’s horrible, Mommy. Daddy’s going to kill Ms. Rocke…”

The terrifying sight must have proved too traumatic for this five-year-old child to bear witness to as he continued to sob.

Sasha was practically in shock upon hearing his words.

Though she was dismissive of the rumors off the internet, she had no choice but to confront the truth conveyed from the lips of her own son—Sebastian was really going to kill Roxanne.

Why though?

Sasha’s hands and feet were clammy, and it took her quite a while to settle her nerves before she was able to resume communications with the boy over the phone.

“Don’t be afraid, Matteo. Daddy might be… unwell. Why don’t you tell Mommy what happened? Don’t worry, Mommy’s a doctor, but I’ve to understand what happened in order to help him.”

“Can you really?”

“Of course I can. Tell you what, why don’t you get Ian to the phone?”