The Love that Never Really Dies

“Aunt Kelly, our plan failed.”

“We’re lucky that Matilda did not rat us out. I’m warning you, you better not mess up again, or I will kill you!”

Kelly, who had been in trepidation for the past two days, grew angry when her niece mentioned it again.

They were indeed in dire straits.

When their plan had failed, they did not expect Sebastian to put an end to the Emmanuels. He even handed over his aunt to the police.

Thanks to her quick thinking, Kelly had gotten someone to pacify Matilda and promised her the safety of the Emmanuels. Otherwise, she and her niece would not be where they were now if Matilda had confessed.

Kelly was bogged down by it.

Xandra stopped talking and repeatedly looked at the book in her hand. She stared at the word that was in the book—schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia. Her guess was right.

The man had a skeleton in the cupboard, so why should they still be suppressed by him? After all, the cards were in their hands now.

She stroked the word with her red nails, and a satisfying smile spread across her face.

Sasha slept soundly that night, probably because she had a load off her mind. Besides, she had not fully recovered yet, considering she had just fled from the hospital.

When she woke up the next day, it was a particularly bright day for her.

“Ian, shall we wait for Mommy to have calzone together?”

it’s Christmas Eve

voices of children whispering in

and saw two children sitting on the mat

handsome and cool child,

Ian and

out of bed and said, “Good morning, my

Vivian quickly got up from the mat

cuddled her daughter, and then she looked at her eldest son who was walking

sorry, I overslept. Have

bad woman are here. Do you

Sasha was startled.

and the bad

Who?

In a snap, Ian made the decision. His domineering and cold character was

a tight

to meet Frederick and the woman.

gave a small, self-deprecating smile as she thought back to

out of her room and went to the bathroom to wash

came out from the bathroom, she looked fresh. There wasn’t the slightest trace of

“Mommy…”

familiar with the people downstairs. Since

stepped forward and held her

child made their way

down. The calzone is ready, come and have a