Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 422

Yancy had defied him and delivered the child, causing his carefully laid out plan to fall apart. Hence, Federick was rather infuriated.

Frederick left. Not long after, Karl arrived.

“Mr. Hayes.”

“Where is she?” he demanded, the most pressing matter heavy on his mind.

Karl lowered his head slowly.

Sebastian felt something had ripped his chest open, leaving behind a massive hole where his heart used to be. He began coughing violently like he was exposed to a chilly gust of wind.

“Mr. Hayes, are you okay?” Karl asked urgently as Sebastian’s hacking coughs grew louder and more intense.

Bent double from pain, his veins throbbed in exertion as his handsome features were contorted in pain. Like a fish out of water, he gasped for air, being completely devoid of oxygen.

With a final cough, he spat blood and fell back onto the bed, and passed out.

Sebastian only recalled snatches of things when he was not himself. Once, he had remembered Roxanne performing hypnosis on him. He had hated it so much that he had an urge to drag her into the kitchen and savagely mutilate her with a knife.

The memory of him opening fire at the woman who burst into the room swam across his mind.

“No… no!” Sebastian moaned in his sleep. “Sasha, I didn’t mean to do that. I… “

“Sebastian, wake up!” Roxanne attempted to rouse him out of his nightmare.

Sebastian threw open his eyes violently and sat upright. Grabbing her wrist roughly, he cried, “It was my fault, Sasha. I will never do that again…”

The tears that had fallen freely down his face blurred his vision.

Roxanne was stunned as it was the first time she had seen him cry after treating him for eight years.

Sebastian did not cry when she had jabbed, berated, or was rough with him. He did not even shed a tear when she had subjected him to her brutal hypnosis sessions.

At that moment, however, he held on to Roxanne’s wrist and sobbed like a child.

Her eyes flashed with pity. The sight of his miserable state had unnerved her.

“I’m not Sasha,” she said gently. “I’m Roxanne. Look closely, Sebastian. Sasha is dead.”

“What did you say?”

Sebastian’s crying ceased suddenly as if he was struck by lightning. Then, a darker, more horrifying emotion took its place.

“I said, Sasha is dead,” Roxanne repeated, hardening her heart. “When you were brought here, her body had been left behind. Karl had brought her back after you. He did not tell you because he was worried for you…”

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