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.”

me imprisoned, I beg to differ. Solomon, is this how you repay my mother? By locking her daughter up and crippling her to be kept by your side like a

him, she struggled with all her might in

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

Youngs like to delude yourselves? You’re the same

did you say?” Solomon’s face contorted with

she felt a sense of satisfaction at her success in

I wrong? You told me that your mother forbade you to disclose your identity for fear of

heart desires, you’ve found a good excuse to make a move against his other son. This is a typical characteristic of the Youngs! You and your mother are

Smack!

of rage, Solomon

furious panting and the reverberations of that resounding

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

at the woman whom

must you hurt me in this manner? Is it because

said nothing, not even deigning to look at him from

smeared the blood below

his last shred of hope at reconciliation being

he recalled the time when his