The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

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.

with tears in her voice, she asked, “So, does

at first. Later, when he discovered that Madam Frieda was abducted by Devin’s men, he caught up with the train and then he found

Sasha listened without interrupting.

if being cut by a knife.

When I was imprisoned in Jetroina by Yancy, she told me this. Every day, she threatened to publicize his identity so that he would be

she told the

so long she had kept this secret which was like a time bomb, threatening her every minute and every second, keeping her wary and

she talked about it, she felt a great

astounded when he heard about

about

this while. Furthermore, she cannot be blamed for Madam Frieda’s death. Everything

returned to the

explosive vent just now, the ward had become

worse condition than before. He sat there quietly,

eyes at the corpse on the bed, oblivious to his

“Mr. Hayes…”

was pained at

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

explain to him that it was not

there was no reaction nor response from

head lowered, like

been

was thicker than water. At the time when Frederick died, he had not seen