Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 567

“Haha!”

Sasha burst into laughter at her son’s guileless innocence.

“Why? Are you concerned that Daddy will overtire Mommy?”

“Yeah! Everyone says that working for Daddy is exhausting, even Mr. Scott. So you’ve got to let me know if Daddy’s overtaxing you. Then, we won’t work for him anymore!”

“Huh?” Sasha’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Then what else can we do?”

“Anything’s fine. Our Mommy’s a jack of all trades. You can either start your own business or you can work at the hospital. The possibilities are endless!”

The little rascal’s not giving his own Daddy any credit!

Luckily, Ian showed up.

Upon hearing his brother spout nonsense, he reached out to shove his ice cream into his mouth.

“Mmhmm…”

“Little Ian?”

“Mommy, where’s Daddy? Is he not with you?” Ian obediently strode over to his Mommy and leaned into her embrace.

Sasha’s heart melted at his affection.

As she snuggled up to her three children, she grinned from ear to ear. “No, he’s still busy with work. How’s about this? We’ll go and get some ingredients first. Then, we’ll give him a call. Perhaps he would be done by then.”

“Sure!”

The three kids happily obeyed.

Hence, the four of them made their way towards the supermarket.

Sabrina, who was still preoccupied with the claw machine, had no clue that they were leaving until Ian turned around and noticed his oblivious aunt. He spun around and marched in her direction to drag her along with them.

“Hey! What are you doing? I’m not done with this!”

She furiously pointed towards the doll inside the claw machine.

Ian sneered as he continued yanking her along. “Only a brainless person would play this.”

Sabrina was left without retort.

The nerve of this rascal!

In the end, Sabrina was dragged along to the supermarket against her will.

At the sight of Sabrina, Sasha felt a tad apologetic about troubling her with the children.

She swiftly pointed to a chicken in the poultry section and asked, “Sabrina, how about I prepare some chicken soup for you tonight?”

Sabrina’s eyes bulged in disbelief. “What for? I’m not ill.”

Sasha resisted the urge to chuckle. “Nobody said that chicken soup is only for those who are sick. It can be nourishing even if you’re perfectly fine. I’m a doctor, remember?”