Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Fine, even if you did it for me back then, what about now? What is the meaning of keeping me locked up in here? And don’t tell me that the condition of my legs is caused by my gunshot wound.”

“It really is due to your injury,” insisted Solomon. “Though Sebastian had shot you in the shoulder blade, it had pressed on a nerve which had affected your ability to walk.”

“You think I’m going to believe you?” Sasha retorted. “Solomon, remember that I’m a doctor as well. I know how a human body works better than you.”

She was so angry that she attempted to stand up from her wheelchair again.

However, her legs failed her again. Being feeble and weakened, they were unable to support the weight of her body.

Solomon walked over and pressed her back down firmly against her wheelchair.

“If you don’t believe me, I can call a doctor over.”

“Whose doctor? Yours? I’m locked up here and forced to take your medicine, but you’re telling me that a doctor under your employ will alleviate my doubts.”

Sasha antagonized Solomon in a fit of rage.

Solomon’s expression hardened. The gentleness in him had dissipated in a flash.

“Nancy, don’t be unreasonable. I am not going to harm you.”

have me imprisoned, I beg to differ. Solomon, is this how you repay my mother? By locking her daughter up and crippling her to

him,

his patience. He pressed her down again. “Nancy, what are you talking about?” he demanded. “All I did was to

Why do you Youngs like to delude

did you say?” Solomon’s face contorted

no fear at all. On the contrary, she felt

that your mother forbade you to disclose your identity for fear of your father persecuting you. But by the looks of it, it’s

to take your life! It was possible that he had learned of your existence long ago. In your eagerness to get back at him and to take what your selfish heart desires, you’ve found a good excuse to make a move against his other son. This is a typical characteristic of the

Smack!

fit of rage, Solomon slapped

from Solomon’s furious panting and the reverberations of that resounding slap, the room

blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth as her cheek had

rage as he stared at the woman whom he had

hurt me in this manner? Is it because I have

deigning to look at him from

took it up with her finger and smeared the blood below her eye. This gesture was more frightening and menacing than anything else

of hope at reconciliation

violently, he recalled the time when his mother