Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 893

Everyone except for Sasha and Sabrina walked back inside.

It was almost time for Sasha to pick up her kids, so she prepared to leave.

“Where are you staying? Send me the address so I can pop by and visit.”

“Visit? Can’t you just come here and help me out?”

“What?” Sasha thought she was hallucinating. “Help you out?”

Sabrina nodded. “Yeah. You’re not doing anything at Oceanic Estate anyway, and you’re not working at that shabby hospital. Why not come by and help me when you’re free?”

“But I’ve never done this stuff before.”

“You just have to help me keep an eye on the money. It’s kind of risky not having someone I trust working in such a big bar with me. You wouldn’t want to see me exhaust myself either, right?”

Wow. She’s playing the relative card.

Sasha couldn’t exactly say no after that, so she agreed to come by during the day if she wasn’t busy for as long as Sebastian was gone.

Half an hour later, Sasha arrived at the elementary school.

While it wasn’t as pretty as Opal Garden Academy, it was a rather good school since it was under the military. It was well facilitated and was overall much better than other public schools out there.

That’s why children that don’t manage to enter Opal Garden Academy would be sent here instead, using whatever methods necessary.

After driving to the school, Sasha asked the guard at the gates, “Hi, are the first graders out yet?”

There was no longer any need for personal bodyguards after transferring here. It was the military base, after all, and it was under the Jadesons, so no one in their right minds would risk their lives to harm a few kids.

Still, it had to be said that the school’s attitude was pretty bad.

“They come out at 5 p.m. Didn’t you check the parents’ group chat?” the guard replied impatiently.

The parents’ group chat?

She had just transferred her kids to the school, so how was she supposed to know about that?

All she could do was wait patiently at the gates.

Luckily, since it was rather close to the end of the school day, quite a few parents were also waiting at the gates. Someone came over to talk to Sasha after overhearing her conversation.

“You don’t come to pick your kids up often, do you? Since you don’t even know about the group chat.”

“Yeah. I’m usually quite busy,” Sasha randomly fibbed.

The parent immediately kept the conversation going. “That’s not right. What could be more important than your kids? It’s pretty hard to even get into this school.”

“Is it?”

“Of course! Which class is your kid in? I’ll add you to the group chat.”