The Love that Never Really Dies

Immediately after Sasha returned to her bedroom, she banged the door shut and locked herself in for quite some time.

Meanwhile, the two little boys in the bathroom on the second floor were still waiting for their mother to deliver their underwears. After a long time, Matteo, who was in the bathtub, blinked his eyes and asked his brother, “Ian, why isn’t Mommy back yet?”

Ian, who was right opposite Matteo in the tub, gave it a thought and said, “Daddy is nowhere to be seen either.”

The boys exchanged a look of disbelief as a mutual thought flashed across their minds.

Their eyes gleamed in excitement; joy was written all over their faces. They wouldn’t mind going on commando if their parents, the adults they were concerned of the most, could spend more time together.

The two boys jumped in exhilaration in the tub.

On the other hand, things were the complete opposite for the Emmanuel family.

Emmanuel Residence was built in Imperial Garden in the east if the city. If Hayes Corporation hadn’t been pulling the strings behind the scenes, Imperial Garden would be just another premium residential area.

However, because of the Hayes, it became an exclusive property because the residents might get the chance to be affiliated with the Hayes if they stayed in the said estate.

Matilda had been acting as the informal leader of the residential area for decades by using her status as one of the Hayes.

Nevertheless, someone seemed to have challenged her authority and picked on her family members.

“Mom, it’s Sasha! If she hadn’t brought her children to the theater, Johnny wouldn’t pick on them! We wouldn’t have offended Sebastian as well! Sasha was the one behind our misfortunes!”

Emmanuel Residence. She blamed Sasha for their

for her, Matilda! Philips was there as well! He knew Johnny did nothing wrong.

Sasha?

cup she had in her hand to the ground when she heard

her

decided to chime in. “Mom, there’s more! I heard Sabrina was chased out of the Hayes because of Sasha! Up until now, no one

wrinkled face puckered in irritation,

suppress her frustration. Those around Matilda could feel her murderous intent as she felt a strong urge

I believe it’s time to pay her a

the couch and was about to head over to

announced, “Madam, someone who addressed herself as Ms.

Ms. Green?

is it? I don’t know her! Tell

“E-Er…”

Could it be Sebastian’s fiancée? I think she is

been keeping quiet by the side, reminded his

she is

guest the way to the living room and dismissed the rest. Sitting on the couch in an ostentatious manner

into the living room and saw Matilda’s intimidating