She felt like she had to get to the bottom of this.

Half an hour later at Frontier Bay.

“What’s going on? Hasn’t Sebastian shown up yet?”

“Are you being serious? How could he possibly come out today? Can’t you see how many heavily armed bodyguards they’ve got behind that door?

Shortly after, a series of soft steps approached.

Sasha was not expecting the perimeters of the Royal Court One to be clogged completely by vehicles and reporters who brought along their assortment of cameras, hoping to get in on this one big scoop.

Seeing what awaited her prompted Sasha to turn around, as being Sebastian’s ex-spouse meant that she would be someone of great interest to anyone within the ranks of the press who might recognize her, and should she be discovered, it would likely not bode well for that man.

She gritted her teeth and considered not going inside, but how was she to investigate the matter if she refrained from entering?

It was at that moment that she got the jitters and wondered if it was because someone inside the Royal Court One spotted her.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, Mommy. Boo hoo…”

other end of the line, Matteo started to bawl the

happening in there.

taken by Mr. Frost. Ian and I

five-year-old child to bear witness to as he continued

in shock upon hearing his

dismissive of the rumors off the internet, she had no choice but to confront the truth conveyed from the lips of her own

Why though?

settle her nerves before

might be… unwell. Why don’t you tell Mommy what happened? Don’t

“Can you really?”

course I can. Tell you what, why don’t you get

son’s inflection that he was already overwhelmed, and so she coaxed him into handing the phone over to her relatively more composed older son, Ian, who was able to calmly recount the events that transpired the previous night shortly

that woman, Mommy. She was the one responsible for Daddy becoming sick.” The boy

that were true, then Roxanne’s culpability in

to console her two sons over

fewer concerns about his safety. She reckoned that Karl would surely have taken him to the Hayes residence

driver and where the familiar black Bentley

herself stopped

going in to

Wand. Mr. Hayes was explicit about not entertaining any guests during this time, and you should know

her way was Frederick’s long-serving

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