Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 904

He agreed to the arrangement and followed up by sending over a string of codes as well as the map of a military zone.

Anon was duly satisfied when he received them.

Anon: Excellent, Lieutenant Colonel Jadeson. Many thanks.

Stephen: You’re not to threaten his life. See that you do as you’ve promised.

He seemed to still be conflicted as he did not neglect to remind his counterpart toward the end.

The response which came back, though, was ambiguously expressed.

Anon: Rest assured, Lieutenant Colonel, that we’ll do as you asked since you do not wish to see him die at this present time. Trust me when I say that I’m much more competent than anyone you’ve approached before.

The middle-aged man seated in front of the computer abruptly hunched over with his face contorted for a moment as though he had been hit in the gut. Then he slammed his hand on the keyboard and turned off the computer.

That was his psychological wound that could not be healed.

Back at Oceanic Estate.

Through Janice’s explanation, Sasha slowly came to understand Jonathan’s plans for her. That hit her like another curveball.

Did this old man experience some kind of trauma that led him to make such an ill-advised impromptu decision?

Sasha did not feel up to shouldering such a heavy responsibility and decided that she would bring this up with Sebastian when she went to him the next day. Since he would be due to return the day after, someone from Oceanic Estate had to go send him some clothes anyway.

After Sasha settled on doing just this, she went on to tuck the children in and slept soundly herself through the night.

The next morning, she was up early as she needed to help prepare the children for school.

“Mommy, the teacher told us to tell you about this Friday’s parent-teacher conference.”

After she crawled out from underneath the sheets and got dressed by her mother, the groggy Vivian snuggled into her mother’s arms and told her about the conference with her kiddish voice.

A parent-teacher conference?

Sasha’s eyes brightened up spontaneously. “Really? What’s it about?”

She had never attended such an event as they had been in a constant state of flux ever since the children started attending elementary school. She was so busy that she was only able to send the children to school herself recently.

“There’s nothing much to it, Mommy. Just a routine meeting to discuss the student’s academic performance and stuff.”