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.”

how you repay my mother? By locking her daughter up and crippling her to be

from him, she struggled with all her might in her wheelchair

He pressed her down again. “Nancy, what are you talking about?”

do you Youngs like to delude yourselves? You’re the same as how my mother used to

did you say?” Solomon’s face contorted with

the moment, Sasha felt no fear at all. On the contrary, she felt a sense of satisfaction at her success in provoking his shame

fear of your father persecuting you. But by the

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 Youngs! You and your mother are the world’s most untrustworthy and despicable

Smack!

rage, Solomon

furious panting and the reverberations of that resounding slap, the room

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

rage as he stared at the woman whom he had just

must you hurt me in this manner? Is it because I have

even deigning to look at him from where

up with her finger and smeared the blood below her eye. This gesture was more frightening and

his last shred of hope at reconciliation being

when