The Love that Never Really Dies

“Huh?” The assistant was utterly confused. Make it public? Won’t that backfire immediately? Won’t it give Ms. Wand a reason to stay with the Hayes after her identity is reclaimed? No…no way! The first thing he had to confirm should he make the news public was whether Sasha’s household register was still tied to the Hayes. She would find out soon enough that Old Mr. Hayes had yet to learn of her return, and that would reveal to her Sebastian’s reasons for doing what he did.

The assistant nodded as he put two and two together in his mind. He glanced at the lawyer sitting in the backseat, slightly shocked by this revelation. Meanwhile, Sasha made her way to her kids’ preschool to pick them up after school. She had thought that they would leap into her embrace the moment they saw her as usual, but she was instead greeted by several teachers, much to her confusion. “Ms. Wand, we need to inform you that your son got into a little scuffle with another kid and got injured as a result,” a teacher said with her head bowed low apologetically. “Huh?” Sasha exclaimed with a gasp. No way…didn’t his twin brother just get in a fight today? Can they communicate telepathically or something?

wasting another second, Sasha rushed into the building to look for her son. Matteo was sitting in the middle of the room while being surrounded by teachers, who were trying their best to comfort him. “Does it hurt, Matt? I can apply some ointment on the wound,” a teacher offered, only for Matteo to turn her down with a wave of his injured hand. “No need. I’m a brave young man!” he declared with a large grin. The truth was, he had sustained that injury while beating up another kid

unscathed. Wait…did he get beaten up or did he beat someone else up? Sasha gave Matteo a sidelong glance, and he panicked a little on the inside. Wrapping his arms around her neck, he cooed, “Alright, Mommy. I didn’t do it on purpose. Weren’t you the one who taught us to forgive and forget?” Sasha opened her mouth to say something in response, but nothing came. In the end, they left the preschool to return home as the teachers thanked them profusely in the background. Back

“I’m good. What about you?” Ian was still rather concise, but he seemed to be working on his communication skills. Matteo patted his chest proudly. “I’m fine! I even got into a fight with another kid in my class after I went back, and my teacher and