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.

doing it to prevent their conflict from escalating. Antagonizing Jonathan now would only bring him

explained, “No, Mr. Hayes. That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to prevent both of

his sword than see you grovel like a dog in front of him for my sake,”

his insulting words had struck a

Sasha’s face turned ashen.

have done, is it just a disgrace

life at all? Is it necessary to take death so lightly all the time? Do you understand

business, not

responsible for saving you. If a patient’s life is threatened in front of me, am I not duty-bound to

at

her to see

going against Jonathan all the time. Why is he doing this? What right does he have to even behave this way? Can it be that he isn’t aware of the many lives that were sacrificed just

own. Back then, she had given up her own life

I may not be qualified to tell you what to do. But Sebastian Hayes, has it occurred to you that by not appreciating your own life, you are letting those who sacrificed their

tears as she held on to her arm

the first time she had lost her composure after he had woken

Sebastian finally fell silent.

his chest still heaving in anger, he did not say another word especially

exhaustion set upon her. She was in

glass shards from the broken teacup