Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Adding pressure onto the accelerator, Edmund sped to the airport.

With the new clue on his fingertips, finding the Zanders should be a breeze. Not to mention that Edmund already

had friends from Moranta. The next afternoon after Tillie had gone missing, Edmund managed to find Tillie in a

hospital in Moranta.

“Ms. Zander, why are you only sending your father for treatment now? His condition is grave. Even after the

surgery, there is no guarantee that he will recover.”

Edmund found Tillie standing in a hallway, talking to a doctor in a white coat. After the doctor revealed the

diagnostic results, Tillie paled as her body began to sway.

If it weren't for the fact that the doctor caught her in time, Tillie would have fallen head first onto the ground.

Edmund clenched his fists slightly.

Out of concern, the doctor asked Tillie if she was alright and helped her to a nearby bench. Seeing how easy it was

for the doctor to carry Tillie to the bench, only then did Edmund notice how terribly skinny she had become.

It was as if a gust of strong wind could carry her away.

“Would you like me to help you back into the room so you can lie down, Ms. Zander?”

“It's alright. I'd like to sit here for a while. Thank you, doctor.”

Tillie answered absentmindedly, as though her soul had been sucked out of her body. Her cheekbones were

prominent as the color drained from her skinny face.

Were there any words that could describe how she felt at that moment?

Truthfully, there were none.

As despair filled her chest, Tillie felt each painful crack as her heart broke into a million pieces. Only one thing

remained in her mind: guilt.

If there was a way to turn back time, she would not make the same choices she did.

She would have spent more time with her parents and would have made sure that they did not worry too much

about her. She was their only daughter. Surely they had raised her as if she was more precious than any treasure in

the world.

Yet what had she done for them in return?

Tillie was utterly devastated. She sat on the bench mechanically. Despite wanting to cry, tears failed to come.

Just then, she felt a dip beside her on the bench. It was as though someone had taken a seat beside her.

“Don't be so upset. If there isn't a cure here, I can send him to Jetroina. Word has it that there's a Dr. Shoki, and

he's supposed to be brilliant.”

Upon hearing the familiar voice of a man ringing out beside her, Tillie's brain suddenly went blank.

She was dumbfounded.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head in the direction of the voice and looked at the man beside her,

thinking it was a dream.

The outline of a familiar person greeted her. It was the same person that Tillie had fallen head over heels for since

forever.

But... what's he doing here?

That's impossible. He didn't even want to see me back home. Why would he be all the way here for dad's illness?

With that thought, Tillie turned her head back to stare blankly in front of her once again.

Seeing that she did not reply, Edmund continued, “Alright, you stay here and take a breather. I'll go see what the

situation is now.”

Having said that, he stood up and decided to check things out before making a decision.

Staring at his diminishing silhouette, Tillie finally snapped out of her daze. Instantly, the dam she had built for five

long years came crashing down as tears poured from the corner of her eyes.

Unable to hold her tears back any longer, Tillie covered her face and allowed herself to wail loudly on the bench.

Edmund stopped dead in his tracks.

His body stopped moving as well.

Edmund was not stupid. He knew exactly the reason behind that sudden explosion of tears.

Although unwilling, he had to admit that he had been a douchebag, especially toward that woman.

Turning around, he returned to the bench and sat next to the woman once again. At that point, Tillie was gasping

for air from crying so hard.

“Alright, stop crying. I'm here. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to Mr. Zander.”

The sound of sniffles continued to echo in the hallway.

After around five minutes, Tillie's breath slowly returned to normal.

When Edmund saw that, he took out a packet of tissues and handed it to her.

That was probably the first time in their five years of marriage that he had voluntarily cared for her.

Tillie accepted the tissues and wiped her face clean. After a while, she turned to look at him with reddened eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Edmund shrugged in response. “You didn't go home yesterday, so I went to your place instead. In the end, your

neighbor told me you brought Mr. Zander here for treatment. Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?”

A hint of reproach could be detected in his last sentence.

Tillie lowered her gaze.

What was there to tell?

After so many years, he had never cared about her parents, not to mention that he had been even more terrible to

herself. Would there be any use if she had said something?

Tillie did not want to add salt to her wound.

“You were busy, so I didn't bother to tell you. Plus, I assumed it was just a small issue at first.” Tillie sniffed as she

cooked up a random excuse.

Edmund's frown deepened at her answer.

“Assumed? How could you assume something like this? You're not even a doctor. It's not like there's no man in the

house. What could've happened if you discuss it with me? How many things can you handle on your own?”

Tillie remained silent upon hearing his response.

He truly did not beat around the bush.

However, as Tillie was sitting there, a tiny speck of warmth began to form in her long-frozen heart.