Chapter 232


    Did Luke take them?


    He pulled a chair and sat in it, turning his attention to the report clutched in his hand.


    Sebastian spent the past two days in the hospital without returning to his office. He attributed the


    uneasy feeling that was haunting him to fear of Sasha’s death.


    He squinted at the report.


    As a doctor, Sasha had struck her head with such precision using the hairpiece without killing herself.


    However, there were damages to the nerves in her brain. She might not be the same when she wakes


    up.


    May not be the same, in what sense?


    Will she lose her mind? Her sight?


    He balled up the report in his fist. His mind was cast back to the day at the hotel.


    Sasha was intense and passionate. It was something Sebastian had experienced on several


    asions. First, she faked her death and left the country with her two newborns. On the yacht, she had


    stabbed herself just to expose Xandra. And that time when Matteo was in trouble, she went on a solo


    mission to rescue her son.


    She wasn’t afraid to die for her children.


    He did not expect the day toe when she would use her life to defend his secret for him.


    Is she really that courageous in the face of death?


    His fingers ached from the tension. Back at the hotel when she was about to expose his secret, a


    murderous intent leaped to his heart before he could stop it.


    At that very second, he thought he was going to kill her.


    However, she would rather sacrifice herself than expose his secret.


    The irony was painful.


    Sebastian ripped up the report in anger and threw it into the bin. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and


    cursed. “Serves you right for being stabbed. You saved a man who has been constantly a thorn by your


    side. Are you stupid?”


    Insults and sarcasm were the only way he knew how tomunicate with her.


    Nevertheless, he couldn’t bring himself to keep up the tirade. The lump in his throat was getting bigger,


    impeding his speech.


    The buzzing of his phone spared Sebastian. “Hello?” he cleared his throat, looking out the window as


    he picked up.


    “Mr. Hayes, we’re on to something,” his guard said. “The doctor who hypnotized Ms. Wand was not an


    acquaintance of Dr. Kaye. But we did a facial reconstruction on him. Turns out he’s a student of


    psychology from Moranta.”


    “What else?” Sebastian demanded.


    “We know Philip Emmanuel opened his bank ount.”


    Upon piecing the information together, Sebastian was on his feet, with a terrible aura of cold fury about


    him that seemed to lower the temperature of the room.


    His guard sensed it over the phone. “And what’s more, Mr. Hayes,” he concluded hastily. “the journalist


    has been interrogated. Someone wanted to find out about us. It’s the Emmanuels.”


    This time, there was no mistaking the deafening roar of silent rage on the other side.


    “Never mention the Eternal Group to me ever again,” said Sebastian quietly.


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “Yes, Mr. Hayes.”


    “Confiscate every asset belonging to the Emmanuels; send the evidence to the cops, and tell them that


    without my permission, no Emmanuel is allowed out. Especially. Mathilda. Emmanuel.”


    At thest sentence, Sebastian spat out each word with vehemence.


    This is madness! They’re over the line!


    I will root out every single one of them and force their family name into extinction!


    His uncontroble rage might have something to do with his gic deformity.


    On the same day that afternoon, the Emmanuel family within the walls of their home in Imperial Garden


    was not expecting a cmity to befall their family.


    Sasha woke up at night. She stared at the inviting warmth of the yellow bulb above her. The room was


    spinning as she worked hard to recall the events that hadnded her in her present predicament.


    She had used up all her leave for the month. If she didn’t return to Clear Hospital soon, she wouldn’t be


    entitled to her incentive.


    With that notion, she attempted to get out of bed.


    Before she could prop herself upright, a searing pain at the side of her head forced her eyes shut. It


    was so intense and sudden, she could not help but let out a cry before falling back down.


    What is going on? Why did my head hurt so much?


    Clenching her teeth to steady herself, she gingerly touched her head. A series of hurried footsteps and


    a familiar voice greeted her ears.


    “You’re awake? Don’t move too much, you’re still hurt.” The voice was low and pleasant, tinged with


    panicked concern.


    Sasha froze in surprise, not believing what she heard. Gazing upwards slowly, she saw the familiar


    broad frame and handsome features, like the magnum opus of a master artist, striding towards her.


    It felt like a century ago that she had this déjà vu of him approaching her. Shey for a long time


    motionless, staring at him.


    The nk, confused look in her beautiful eyes caused Sebastian’s heart to sink