Chapter 269


    Frederick was shocked looking at Ian. “What are you talking about, Ian? Who wants to harm Matteo?


    Are you talking about your grand-uncle and grand-aunt?”


    “Yes.”


    Everyone in the room blinked their eyes in disbelief—not because Ian was able to express himself


    artictely—but because what he revealed was frightening.


    “Ian, I know you don’t like your grand-uncle, but you can’t use them just like that. The doctor said


    that Matteo just caught a cold.”


    There was no way Frederick would buy what the kid said, but he still tried to understand the boy.


    “I know it’s them. I fell sick after I went to their ce too!” Ian shouted back. He could not control his


    emotions anymore.


    Tim stepped in and wanted to speak some sense into Ian, but Frederick quickly stopped him.


    “Alright, Ian. I won’t let Matteo go over to Roderick’s ce anymore, is that okay? It’s alreadyte at


    night, why not you go back to bed?”


    Ian red at Frederick coldly and walked out with the butler.


    Frederick did not believe a word Ian said. After all, he had had the whole incident checked thest time


    Ian fell sick. It was just pure coincidence. No one in the whole residence would believe what Ian said.


    Frederick wondered if he should also do another investigation this time, but he did not trante that


    fleeting thought into actions.


    When Sasha woke up again the next day, there was already no one beside her.


    She looked around and felt the remaining warmth on her bed. Everything felt like a dreamst night.


    “Are you awake, Ms. Wand? Mr. Hayes asked us to make you some herbal soup.”


    Wendy’s voice called Sasha back to reality.


    Soup?


    Sasha was not expecting Sebastian to be so nice.


    “Alright. I’ming.”


    Sasha got out of bed and went to wash up in the bathroom.


    She could not help but feel uneasy thinking about meeting Wendy againter since even she herself


    could not exin her rtionship with Sebastian. Sasha was his children’s mother, but she and


    Sebastian were not on good terms.


    Yet, despite their rocky rtionship, she slept herest night.


    When Sasha opened the room door after washing up, Wendy had already gone downstairs.


    Sasha went to her own room on the second floor and got changed.


    A flush of embarrassment rushed through her when she looked at the pajama she was


    wearing. Sebastian must have helped me change.


    After having breakfast, Sasha asked Wendy where the children were. “All of them went to the Hayes


    residence? Even Vivi?” she asked worriedly.


    “Yeah. Don’t worry, Ms. Wand. Mr. Hayes already called them this morning. They’re doing just fine.”


    “Alright.”


    Sasha was not disturbed about Matteo and Ian going over. It was Vivian that she worried about. Since


    the Hayes did not know about her real identity, they might mistreat her.


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    After getting the assurance that the children were having a good time there, Sasha grabbed her phone


    and went back up again.


    It was already toward the end of the year. The blue sky was clear and the weather was blissful. Over at


    the hanging garden on the second floor, blue hydrangea and moth orchids blossomed under the warm


    sun as if they were in their prime. They danced to the breeze and their soothing scent wafted through


    the garden like a dream.


    Sasha found herself a seat and fell into deep thoughts. Before long, she scrolled all the way down


    through her call log and called a number.


    “Hello?”


    Beep.


    To her surprise, the person hung up right after the call got through without even giving her a chance to


    say more than just a simple ‘hello’.


    Sasha felt thest strand of hope she was holding on to just snapped, but anger soon rose in her heart


    and she punched the call button again.


    “What do you want, Sasha Wand?”


    An impatient and spiteful female voice pierced through the phone.


    “What do I want? It’s more like what do you want, Xenia ckwood! Have you forgotten what you did


    to me? You’re not afraid of karma, aren’t you?”


    “You must be kidding me, Sasha.” There was no fear in her voice. In fact, she was emboldened.


    “There’s nothing I should be afraid of,” Xenia added.


    “You stole my manuscripts and gave them to Xandra, didn’t you? You’re the only one who knows how I


    came out with the story for The Tattoo. You’re the only one who has a copy of it. It can’t be anybody


    else.”


    Sasha sat in the garden shouting into her phone.


    She was infuriated. Wrath glimmered in her bloodshot eyes. If Xenia were in front of her right now, she


    could rip her to pieces with her bare hands.