The Love that Never Really Dies

“Fine, even if you did it for me back then, what about now? What is the meaning of keeping me locked up in here? And don’t tell me that the condition of my legs is caused by my gunshot wound.”

“It really is due to your injury,” insisted Solomon. “Though Sebastian had shot you in the shoulder blade, it had pressed on a nerve which had affected your ability to walk.”

“You think I’m going to believe you?” Sasha retorted. “Solomon, remember that I’m a doctor as well. I know how a human body works better than you.”

She was so angry that she attempted to stand up from her wheelchair again.

However, her legs failed her again. Being feeble and weakened, they were unable to support the weight of her body.

Solomon walked over and pressed her back down firmly against her wheelchair.

“If you don’t believe me, I can call a doctor over.”

“Whose doctor? Yours? I’m locked up here and forced to take your medicine, but you’re telling me that a doctor under your employ will alleviate my doubts.”

Sasha antagonized Solomon in a fit of rage.

Solomon’s expression hardened. The gentleness in him had dissipated in a flash.

“Nancy, don’t be unreasonable. I am not going to harm you.”

you repay my mother? By locking her

him, she struggled with all her might in her

her down again. “Nancy, what are you talking about?” he demanded. “All I did was

like to delude yourselves? You’re the

did you say?” Solomon’s face contorted

the contrary, she felt a sense of satisfaction at

fear of your father

to get back at him and to take what your selfish heart desires, you’ve found

Smack!

of rage, Solomon slapped Sasha across her

and the reverberations of that resounding

derisively, Sasha licked the trickle of blood flowing out of the corner of her

with rage as he stared at the woman whom he had

this manner? Is

not even deigning to look at him from where she

the blood below her eye. This gesture was more frightening and

felt his last shred of hope

time when his mother died when he