Sasha was stunned.
She had no idea how she ended up at the Blackwood residence. She clearly remembered that the man
had planned to kill her back at the dog pound.
The woman stayed in bed upstairs for a long time before the old housemaid of the Blackwood family
walked in.
âMrs. Tabitha, do you know how I got here?â
âHuh? Didnât Mr. Blackwood tell you? He told Mr. Hayes to send you back here.â Tabitha still addressed
Sebastian as âMr. Hayes.â However, Sasha was surprised to hear what the former said.
She paused for a moment.
Uncle Jackson had told Sebastian to send me back here?
How can that be? How did he know that something has happened to me?
Besides, did that man really let me go just because Uncle Jackson said so? Before the accident
happened, he didnât seem to have any intention of letting me go.
âDid someone tell him about this incident?â
âOf course, Mr. Matteo called. Only then did Mr. Blackwood go and look for Mr. Hayes. You were still in
the hospital then. Both of them talked for a long while before Mr. Hayes agreed to let you go,â Tabitha
rambled.
Sasha listened intently and finally knew that it was because of her son and her uncleâs persistence that
she got to live on.
Her nose burned and she felt like crying.
She was grateful that she still had a family who loved her, especially her uncle. After all, he couldnât bear
to see anything happen to her in the end.
Sasha was finally in a better mood and she stayed in the Blackwood residence for the rest of the day,
even when her auntâs belittling insults could be heard from downstairs.
The next day.
Sasha finally felt better after a nightâs rest. So she got up and went downstairs.
She wondered about how her kids were doing after what happened yesterday.
Brandon got involved too. Would anything have happened to him?
Having thought that, Sasha decided to go take a look.
However, just as she was about to leave, Jackson asked, âWhat are you doing?â
âUncle Jackson, I⦠I wanted to see how Matt and the others are doing,â she stuttered.
Unexpectedly, he scolded, âWhatâs there to see? Go get changed. Iâll bring you to him myself.â
Sasha was shocked to hear that.
Really? Heâs going to bring me to that man himself? Where did he find the courage to do so?
Sasha would never have thought of doing something like this no matter what.
Upon seeing that she wasnât moving, Jackson scolded again, âYou useless brat! All you know is to sneak
around like a rat. Do you owe him anything? Why are you so afraid of him?â
Once he was done speaking, he turned and left with a dark expression on his face.
Sasha was utterly speechless.
She swallowed and quickly followed after him.
âUncle Jackson, you⦠Wait for me. Iâm not afraid of him. Itâs just that⦠What if he doesnât want to see us
if we just went like this?â
âI dare him!â Jackson spat stubbornly after getting into the car.
The former kept silent afterward.
Alright, Iâll just let him have his way for now. When weâre turned down later, Iâll just persuade him to come
home.
That was what she had planned.
Yet, she didnât expect what happened next. Upon arriving at a café at a mall, her uncle had given the
man a call and the latter actually agreed to come.
Oh my God!
Sashaâs eyes widened and wondered if she had heard wrongly.
âUncle Jackson, did you⦠call his number?â
âOf course. Is there a problem?â Jackson said in disdain as he put down his old flip phone.
No problem at all.
Itâs just weird.
Twenty minutes later, a familiar black Bentley stopped outside the café and a tall man got down of the
car.
Sashaâs head was still wrapped in white bandages and she couldnât help but reach up to touch it.
âWelcome, sir. How many of you?â
âIâm meeting someone.â
Sebastian stood at the entrance and noticed the uncle and niece duo after sweeping a glance throughout
the café.
Jackson was calm as he took a sip of his glass of water. His niece, on the other hand, looked rather
anxious.
She felt especially so when she saw Sebastian walking in and her eyes widened.
At the same time, her fingers that were holding a straw started to quiver.
Was he really that scary?
The man walked over, expressionless.
âMr. Blackwood, why do you want to see me?â
âHave a seat. I wonât take too much of your time, Mr. Hayes.â Jackson skillfully changed the topic as he
gestured for a waiter to get them another chair.
Sasha had remained quiet throughout their interaction.
Uncle Jacksonâ is looking for trouble!
Three of them were supposed to meet but he had chosen a table by the window with only two seats on
purpose. Is he trying to put on a show of power?
She didnât dare to watch it anymore.
Strangely enough, the man hadnât lashed out this time. He immediately sat down after the waiter brought
the chair.