Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

However, a figure appeared behind her all of a sudden.

“Ms. Wand, where are you going?”

“Ahh?”

Sasha almost jumped out of her skin, instantly halting in her steps to look behind her as her heart raced with lingering shock.

“Oh, it’s you, Berta. I… I’m going upstairs to see if Little Ian’s awake.”

“You’re going up to see Ian? Ms. Wand, he isn’t awake yet, so don’t disturb him. Also, what did you bring here? Why does it look like that?”

Berta, who seemed to have materialized out of thin air, didn’t just prevent Sasha from seeing her son. She even poked her nose into Sasha’s business, asking about the things the latter had placed on the dining table.

Sasha explained, “Those are some pastries and medicinal soup I brought from home. I personally made them for Little Ian.”

“Ms. Wand, I’ve told you before that Ian can’t eat outside food. He’s sick, remember?”

Resentment was written on the housemaid’s face.

Sasha started to feel uneasy. Glancing at the food she brought, she reigned in her temper and insisted, “I personally made them. There won’t be a problem.”

“Who knows? He did come down with diarrhea because of the brownies you made.”

Sasha’s brows drew together at that.

Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made him?

As the possibility surfaced in her mind, she remained motionless on the spot.

Of course, she didn’t think that her food itself was the problem since she was confident in her own skills. However, listening to what the housemaid said, she began to suspect that Ian was allergic to certain ingredients.

It was a possibility that couldn’t be ruled out completely.

Sasha’s face turned pale, thinking that she had caused Ian’s sickness.

“What are both of you doing?”

Right then, a tall figure descended the stairs, wearing a black tailored suit over a white shirt. The moment he appeared, the noble and imposing aura he emanated caused Sasha to hold her breath subconsciously.

I thought he should be at the company by now.

“Mr. Hayes, Ms. Wand brought food over again. I was afraid that Ian’s condition would worsen after eating whatever she brought, so I was offering her a word of advice.”

Berta immediately began complaining about Sasha to the head of the household.

Sasha became frantic. “No, I-I didn’t know that Little Ian fell sick because he ate the brownies I made. I-I really didn’t do it on purpose,” she stammered out an explanation, afraid that Sebastian would misunderstand her and never allow her to see her son again.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

His eyes that were always devoid of warmth swept across the food on the table before returning to stare at the woman who had her head bowed.

“Who told you that he fell sick because of the brownies?”

“Huh?”

Sasha whipped her head up and stared blankly at the man. “H-He didn’t? But Berta said—”

“I didn’t say that, Ms. Wand. I clearly said that the child is sick and needs to be careful of what he eats lest his condition worsens!” Berta interrupted her and raised her voice to deny it.

Sasha stared at her in wide-eyed disbelief.

Wow, look how quickly she changed her statement. Does she think I’m stupid?

Sasha went purple with rage.

“That’s enough. Since you have so much free time, you should think about how to take good care of him because if something happens to him again, you’ll have to answer to me, Sasha Wand!”

Sebastian withdrew his indifferent gaze but didn’t do anything else about the matter.

A strange feeling slithered into his heart.

Although he constantly wanted her to be at his mercy, when he saw the crestfallen look on her face just now, he realized that it didn’t bring him any pleasure whatsoever.

Shaking off this peculiar feeling, he strode out the door.