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

voices of children whispering

saw two children sitting on the mat near the window in her

child, and the other was cute

was Ian

bed and said, “Good morning, my

of her voice, Vivian

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

Have you

Dolivo made some calzone. But Grandpa and that bad woman are here. Do you want to

Sasha was startled.

the bad

Who?

down, Mommy. We’ll send the food up.” In a snap, Ian made the decision. His domineering and cold

son into a

Ian’s thoughtfulness, she felt she should go down to

a small, self-deprecating smile as she

sent her children out of her room

out from the bathroom, she looked fresh. There wasn’t the slightest trace of sickly pallor on her

“Mommy…”

familiar with the people downstairs. Since she wasn’t feeling courageous, she stayed in

that, Sasha stepped forward and held her

made

The calzone is