The Love that Never Really Dies

Finally, Karl led Sasha out of the ward.

“Mrs. Hayes, Madam Frieda has just passed on and Mr. Hayes is very emotional. He doesn’t mean to hurt you. The incident this morning was very traumatic to him. Please do not take it to heart. Let him calm down.”

Karl led her out and then seeing her crying uncontrollably, tried to console her with some explanation.

She was trembling all over. Holding her handbag tight in her hands, her hands were so tightly clenched that her nails were digging into her palms, almost cutting into her flesh.

She had never been so frightened before.

Neither had she ever felt so sad.

However, after listening to this bodyguard’s words, she was somewhat comforted.

“I… I never meant to harm him or let his mother get harmed.”

“I know. It’s just that what happened last night was too traumatic for him. Madam Frieda was always mentally unsound. Perhaps, before this happened, Mr. Hayes and his mother did not bond very well.”

“Nevertheless, last night, on the train, when the Jadesons wanted to shoot Mr. Hayes, Frieda shielded him without hesitation. That was simply too much for him or even anyone to bear.”

When Karl came to this part, his voice was really solemn.

It was as if there was a heavy load upon him and he struggled to breathe.

Pitter patter. Sasha’s tears came splattering down again.

tears in her voice, she asked, “So, does he know

he discovered that Madam Frieda was abducted by Devin’s men, he caught up with the train

Sasha listened without interrupting.

as if being cut by a knife. She stood with her head lowered and had

this. Every day, she threatened to publicize his identity so that

told the

so long she had kept this secret which was like a time bomb, threatening her every

she talked about it, she felt a great

when he

about this

this while. Furthermore, she

to

the explosive vent just now, the ward had become

in a worse condition than before. He sat there quietly,

empty eyes at the corpse on the bed, oblivious to his

“Mr. Hayes…”

was pained at this

meant no harm. She did not know that not telling you would result in Madam Frieda’s death.

that

was no reaction nor response from

the bed with his head lowered, like a

been

the time when Frederick