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.”

to differ. Solomon, is this how you repay my mother? By locking her daughter up and crippling her to be kept

from him, she struggled with all her might in

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

bellowed. “Protect me? Why do you Youngs like to delude yourselves?

you say?” Solomon’s face contorted

all. On the contrary, she felt a sense of satisfaction at

wrong? You told me that your mother forbade you to disclose your identity for fear of your father persecuting you. But by the looks of it, it’s all a big

he had learned of your existence long ago. In your eagerness to get back at him and to take what your selfish heart desires, you’ve found a good excuse to make a move against his other son. This is a typical characteristic of

Smack!

a fit of rage, Solomon slapped Sasha

reverberations of

flowing out of the corner

rage as he stared at the woman whom

in this manner? Is it because I

deigning to look at him from where

of blood flowed down, she took it up with her finger and smeared the blood below her eye. This gesture was more

his last shred of

he recalled the time when his mother died when he was