Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 67

“Huh? The kid? Do you mean Ian? He’s asleep, why?”

Wendy was busy looking for a dry towel, having noticed Sasha’s soaked hair and clothes and afraid that she was going to catch a cold.

Ian is asleep?

Then, why is Wendy still waiting up for me…?

“Found it! Dr. Wand, please dry yourself off with this first. I’ll make some chicken soup for you before you go off to the third floor.”

“The third floor?”

“Yes. You came here to do acupuncture on Mr. Hayes, didn’t you? I think he’s still awake, although I haven’t seen him come out of the study since he first went in. You should hurry up and see him before he goes to sleep, and then you can go home early too,” Wendy explained as she handed Sasha the towel, ushering her up the stairs.

Sasha just remained quiet.

Wendy had merely made her own choice to wait up for her. Maybe it was Berta who, before leaving, had told her that Sasha would come over every night to provide medical care for that scum.

Should I go up?

Sasha didn’t want to budge an inch, feeling especially drained when she recalled how they’d fought in his office that morning.

Other than disgust, she realized that she could find no word to describe her emotions towards him.

“Dr. Wand?”

“Okay,” Sasha sighed.

After all, she had promised her son that she would help to treat his Daddy.

Sasha trudged up the stairs with heavy footsteps.

On the third floor.

in fact, Sebastian was still awake and currently having a video conference with some of the higher-ups from his company.

It was the middle of the night. If Sebastian chose to have this kind of video conference at this ungodly hour while he was still sick, his colleagues would understand. After all, he had to share the pain of not being able to sleep at night with someone, even if it meant torturing his subordinates.

But he was apparently receiving treatment for his illness, and the treatment was effective!

So why is he still doing this?

Doesn’t he think that he’s being too unreasonable?

“Uh… Mr. Hayes, my son is crying, may I go feed him?”

Having had to sit through the meeting for two hours straight, one of the higher-ups finally couldn’t take it anymore and bravely raised a hand up in front of the camera.