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.”

this how you repay my mother? By locking her daughter up and crippling her to be kept by

she could not move away from him, she struggled with all her might in her

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

Youngs like to delude yourselves? You’re

say?” Solomon’s face contorted

no fear at all. On the contrary, she felt a sense of satisfaction at her success in provoking his shame into a

mother forbade you to disclose your identity for fear of your father persecuting you. But by the

heart desires, you’ve found a good excuse to

Smack!

Solomon slapped Sasha across

panting and the reverberations of that resounding slap, the room fell deathly

flowing out of the corner of her mouth as her cheek had begun

stared at the woman

in this manner? Is it

nothing, not even deigning to look at

finger and smeared the blood below her

shred of hope at reconciliation being

he recalled the time when his mother died