The Love that Never Really Dies

Oh, the scene… Sasha thought to herself, too horrified to revisit it in her memory.

It was too cruel for words. Despite being a doctor for so many years, the sight of blood splattered everywhere frightened her so much that she felt a wave of nausea just thinking of it.

Frederick, who arrived as soon as he heard the news promptly settled the matter.

Around the same time, Sebastian was locked up, losing his freedom, and branded as one of the most dangerous men in the country. After six years, his uncle had appeared and with much effort, persuaded Frederick to allow him to bring Sebastian abroad.

All of these were kept secret back then.

These secrets were well sealed. The medical staff who had handled Margaret’s body back then had been exterminated by Frederick to ensure their everlasting silence.

How was it possible for loose ends to still appear? Also, there was that broadcast of the incident from back then!

Sasha stood up without knowing what to do. Trembling from head to toe, she grasped clumsily at objects in her path to steady herself as she headed out.

She had made up her mind to see Sebastian.

Sasha was certain that he would undoubtedly have an adverse reaction when he finds out as this was his worst recurring nightmare and the darkest secret buried in his heart.

The exposure of his deeds would consume him like a rabid beast if she did not speak to him.

Finally deciding on a course of action, Sasha hailed a cab and made haste for Empire State Tower.

Things were chaotic at the Tower.

and police had arrived in droves, prompted by the short clip broadcasted from the press conference at the summit. In less than half an

had just committed a murder at

apprehended the minute he appeared.

On the other hand, the crowd that had gathered outside grew larger, including

down. I’m

level of the Tower, Karl had seen the crowd that had gathered down below from his vantage point at the window. In response, the strength he

pale and distracted, his bloodshot

grew more powerful with each passing minute until every bit of his rationality had been

his ability

will you? Or… Think

gave a start at the sound of

distraction as he attempted to knock him

second later. At the slightest hint of Karl’s fingers loosening,

Crack!

a sickening crunch. He gasped, feeling as if he was about

his grip on Sebastian. Barring his employer’s path

his earlier trauma, as

intends

“What?”

rid of me to take back what he thinks is

composure, though sounding strangely monotonous with cruel indifference on his face. The only thing

heart drop out of his