The Love that Never Really Dies

Yancy appeared to be rather bristled.

“What the heck do you know? I did it all for the sake of vengeance, and besides, didn’t my son already repay you for everything that your mother had done? When you were forced out by the Hayes and cast adrift overseas, wasn’t my son the one who has been constantly helping you?”

“You…”

“Enough of this. I’m done talking. Now that you found out about me, you can forget about going back.”

With a wave of her hand, the woman motioned for the few attending bodyguards to have Sasha pulled onto her feet and taken away.

Upon sensing her intentions, Sasha started to put up a desperate struggle. “You won’t get away with this, Yancy. You killed Frederick and deceived your best friend into raising your son for you. Sebastian will surely seek you out to avenge his father, and nothing good shall befall you!”

The woman’s lips pursed tightly before she suddenly raised her hand and slapped her.

Sasha, who was being dragged along, felt her own face arched to one side with a resounding smite.

“Nothing good shall befall me? What have I done wrong to be deserving of such a fate? At twenty, I became pregnant with the child of a man who would rather abort his own child in order to safeguard one who wasn’t of his own blood. What wrong was I guilty of then?”

All inside the yard, including Sasha, fell dead silent.

What did she mean by that?

who wasn’t of his

I were to tell the world about his inglorious past, would you believe that

hatred in her eyes akin

something from above, she was suddenly devoured by a boundless terror and

No. It can’t be…

Elsewhere.

delirious Sabrina back to the

both anxious and

used to be the

produced by beating. As for her hysteria… it could have been induced by shock, coupled with the

of the young lady of the Hayes before he cautiously explained with

Sebastian, who had his eyes fixated upon his sister all this

the mentally disturbed Sabrina thumped her knees into the floor with her hands

for them…” the terror-stricken woman kept prostrating toward

in shock and without regard for his own bleeding knuckles, Sebastian

I’m your brother!” Even the voice with

Brother?

the volume had been loud enough this time that it seemed to have yielded some semblance

My brother?

a lump in his throat and his eyes just reddened