The Love that Never Really Dies

Chapter 25 Who Is The Meanie,The Love that Never Really Dies

To Sasha’s surprise, Sharon shrugged her off nonchalantly. The words formed a lump in the former’s throat as she stood rooted on the spot. Truth be told, Sasha had held her aunt in awe since she was young. Coming from different backgrounds meant they had little in common. After Sasha turned into an adult, the Wand family had brought upon their misfortune on Sharon.

Out of a guilty conscience, she never dared to look her aunt in the eyes. In the end, Sasha took her children and left for their rental apartment. While they were alone in the courtyard, Jackson asked, “Sharon, are you still blaming Sasha for what happened in the past? She was just an innocent girl back then.” “Xenia will be back soon.

Do you think we’ll get to spend our days peacefully if Sasha’s children stay with us?” Sharon asked callously and left her wheelchair-bound husband behind. Xenia was Sasha’s younger cousin. She used to hold a grudge against the latter. Shortly after their departure, Sasha brought her children to the apartment she had leased beforehand. It was situated in Old Town, but there was a preschool that was nearby. “Vivi, Matt, I have enrolled both of you in a nearby preschool. I’ll bring you there tomorrow, okay?”

are we going to attend preschool in this city? Does that

in her previous preschool. She would miss her friends and her teachers a lot. Sasha caressed the little girl’s chubby cheek. “We’ll

The little girl finally returned to her usual sprightly self when she heard her mother’s assurance. “Alright, Mommy! If that’s the case, I’ll prepare myself for school tomorrow!” Meanwhile,

always bullied Sasha. Shortly after the little boy accessed the domestic website and got his hands on Sebastian’s photo, his jaw dropped. What the hell is going on? Who the heck is this scum that resembles me? Literally, he looks like an adult version of me! Is he my biological father? A wild

a favor? I can need an extra pair of hands now!” Sasha was in the middle of unpacking the stuff she had brought along with them. She had to repeat herself

out the things in mind when she heard her son’s question. That was the version of the white lies she had told her children. As she spent the past five years abroad, others would occasionally ask her the whereabouts of her children’s father since was a single parent. Now that the children were older, they were naturally curious about their father. In order to save