The Love that Never Really Dies

A hush fell over the ballroom. Even Millie, who was about to lash out at Sebastian, kept quiet after seeing the thunderous look on the latter’s face.

“So that’s why she didn’t want to attend the ball with me?” he muttered. The rising anger was like a blazing inferno that threatened to boil him from the inside out.

Karl silently agreed, but he did not dare to say that out loud. Instead, he gestured at Sebastian’s hand, from which a piece of broken glass shard was protruding. “Mr. Hayes, are you all right…? You’re bleeding.”

His words fell on deaf ears as Sebastian stood. “Excuse me,” he addressed the crowd, “I have some matters to attend. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

The rest watched him leave in stunned silence. None dared to question his abrupt departure, but the murderous look on his face had everyone speculating about what had happened.

Eager to write off the episode, Millie quickly found someone else as her beau for the night.

Meanwhile, Sasha and Solomon were sitting face to face at a cafe.

She had assumed it would take another two hours before Sebastian returned from the ball. By her calculations, there would be plenty of time for her to meet with Solomon and head back to the hotel with her roommate none the wiser.

Expressionless, she demanded, “Go on, what evidence do you have to prove that you are Yancy’s son?”

Young was the best friend of Sasha’s mother,

Matilda, and Yancy were the most well-known socialites in

doctors and scholars respectively, Heather and Sharon were renowned for

the looks and talents department, Matilda was one of the wealthiest socialites in the city, thanks to

Young family, too, was well endowed, having struck it rich from the real estate business. With riches abound and coupled with

social and economic status. However, Yancy staunchly opposed to such an arrangement. After several fights with her parents, she left home

the entire Avenport into upheaval. Speculations and rumors about the baby’s father circulated

best friend after the latter was disowned by her family and evicted from

the identity of the baby’s father. Not knowing how else to help, Heather had provided her friend with

was when someone showed up at her doorstep with an eight-year-old boy. The person told Heather that Yancy had died, leaving

with the man

had happened all those years ago and

of one of her friends. But she didn’t tell me it’s someone around me. Why would she hide this from me if it’s really you?” Frustrated

mother told her not to say anything. When I was sent back to Avenport, your mom made arrangements to register my name under a welfare organization. You can take a look—all the