The Love that Never Really Dies

After firmly putting down his teacup, Jonathan remarked, “Alright then. In one week’s time, I’ll return with some soldiers to personally put him through military training.”

With that, Jonathan got up and left.

Sasha was stumped

Military training? What sort of military training?

Staring blankly, Sasha had no idea what Jonathan was talking about.

After Jonathan had left, Sebastian came over and saw the steaming tea on the table. Unable to control his rage, he reached out his hand and swept them aside.

Crash!

Suddenly, everything fell onto the floor in a thunderous crash.

Dumbfounded, Sasha stared at the mess for a long while before regaining her senses.

“Mr. Hayes, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? How dare you ask me that? I should be asking you that question? Are you pleading mercy for me? Are you worried that he will kill me? That’s why you’re serving him as if you’re a slave?”

Sitting in his wheelchair, Sebastian unleashed his scathing tirade just like a beast gone berserk.

Sasha gaped.

the reason. I’m doing it to prevent their conflict from escalating. Antagonizing Jonathan now would only bring him more harm

just wanted to prevent both of you from quarreling. All I wanted to do was

West, I would rather die by his sword than see you grovel like

insulting words had

Sasha’s face turned ashen.

all that I have done, is it

time, anger welled up within her. “Why don’t you care about your life at all? Is it necessary to take death so lightly all

business,

responsible for saving you. If a patient’s life

at him with her bloodshot

was painful for her to see him react that way all

care for his life, he insists on going against Jonathan all the time. Why is he doing this? What right does he have

then, she had given up her own life

do. But Sebastian Hayes, has it occurred to you that by not

tears as she held on to her arm that was still

had lost her composure after he had woken

Sebastian finally fell silent.

he did not say another word especially when he saw her holding

of exhaustion set upon her. She was in no mood to continue the conversation any

from the broken teacup