The Love that Never Really Dies

A few seconds of silence later, Sabrina hung up the call and brought the conversation to an abrupt halt.

No one was aware of the things going on in her mind, but Solomon dropped Luke another text message prior to calling it a day.

Soloman: Tell Matilda to get the man ready to meet Sabrina in person!

Sasha and the rest of her family roused from their sleep early in the morning and savored their last breakfast in Oceanic Estate prior to their trip home.

“Madam, when are you guys coming back?”

“Madam, we’re going to miss you as much as Old Mr. Jadeson does when all of you aren’t around!”

The housemaids’ emotions were written all over their faces since they were against the idea of the family of five leaving.

They were different from the pretentious housemaids at the Hayeses’ place as they had grown fond of Sasha ever since she joined the family.

Therefore, Sasha was slightly upset and against the idea of leaving them. She assured them, “We’ll be back in the future! Once we’re free, we’ll drop by every once in a while!”

She announced at the top of her lungs since she wished to share those words with Jonathan as well. The man had long roused from his sleep and made his way to the living room. He was equally upset since they would be leaving soon.

stairs with Vivian in his arms.

and looked in the direction of Karl and

most of their time there as a

puckered the moment the boys started jumping for joy

worse, once Sebastian ensured they had everything they needed for

H-He’s such a—

move her eyes away from Jonathan, stepped forward and stopped Sebastian from

bid farewell to your grandfather

at the man in the living room, Sebastian finally brought

his grandfather’s side once he

once. As long as you listen to me,

to him. Instead, the young man made it sound as

Jonathan started burning with rage and asked, “What do you mean? Are you talking about the upcoming election? Am I supposed to listen to you

from going berserk anymore. Sebastian couldn’t care less and marched his way in the direction of the entrance, leaving his irked grandfather

another conversation with the young man. Grasping his walking stick with

in mind, he

himself to a halt and

a scrunched-up face,