After several hours of searching, the police got no results. They give up the search operation and look for Dr Sebastian in the hospital. Dr Sebastian is waiting outside Mario's ward together with Ashley, Dovan, and Morgan's parents. Ashely is sitting silently on the 4-seater chair, besides Morgan's parents who have been supporting each other. Ashley is anxious but tries her best to stay calm. She looks sophisticated in her casual wedding dress, but now, for whom is that dress for? Morgan can't see it. Dovan is lazily leaning against the wall. He is neither worried nor happy. He stands on the other side of Ashley, like a tall pillar. Dr Sebastian is pacing back and forth as he keeps on pressing his temples with one hand and braces his other hand on his hip. He is acting as if he is Morgan's real father. He fidgets worse than Morgan's parents. He can't stay still. He can't calm down. His face had turned scarlet. He is becoming more and more different from his calm demeanour as a res

*AUTHOR'S POV*The sun shines brightly in the sky. The temperature is piping, leaves show signs of withering, and the tiny substances on the soil glitter under the sunlight.At this kind of time, everyone should be working, studying, playing, or engaging in various activities. It is not the best time to sleep for a normal human.However, for someone like Samantha, the day is their best sleeping time. It will prevent her from too much exposure to the sun, which causes unhealthy skin. Somehow, she is conscious of her looks. She hates ragged skin.Samantha's room is moonish, though. Her curtains are thickset. Sunrays are unable to shine through.Samantha sleeps calmly. She has been sleeping for almost an hour, and she has not moved since the moment she laid down. She resembles Sleeping Beauty who needed true love to wake her up.On the contrary, Morgan is wide awake. He can't sleep, he can't move. He can't do anything. He is like a living snowman, frozen on the side. He wants to sleep bu

Samantha pops up outside of the crimson gate with anger still obviously peering at her expression. She once looks upstairs where her room is located and scowls, "Oh boy, trust me, you're a… HOPELESS DIMWIT!"Samantha teleports, and this time, crops up in the wrong place. Not only does she find herself standing in front of a fancy nightclub which is not within her plan, she also disrupts the erotic intimacy of a couple who are hungrily devouring each other's lips in the corner.They are startled by the strong surge of the wind that shoves in their direction, wobbling them in surprise. They instantly support each other as they turn to Samantha, glowering tempestuously at her as lewdness remains bursting all over their faces.Samantha lifts her right eyebrow in a snooty manner as she shuts them a sidelong dagger look. "Keep looking. I'll gouge your eyes out."The couple don't assume that it's Samantha who carries that odd wind. Their reaction is just normal since something inexplicable

Samantha stares at herself through the mirror in the guest room's bathroom. Her emerald eyes do the same to her. Their expressions are both dark and dangerous.It's been an hour since she stands in front of that mirror. She has not realised that her entire body has gone dry after letting it wet for so long.Whatever Samantha is thinking, no normal minds can comprehend.Samantha suddenly releases a punch on the mirror. This instantly dismisses the deafening silence that dominates in this small room, with the sounds of glass breaking and shattering on the floor. Several shards spin towards her face. Most of them just pass by, leaving scratches on the edges of her face, while a pointy one gets stuck on her right cheek.Samantha remains indifferent even after that. She lazily runs a hand on that shard as if it doesn't concern her, as if it's nothing more than a baby scratch.She just pulls the shard off without blinking and let it go without sparing it a glimpse. Her dark gaze fixes on t

Mrs Heirden kneels in front of Dr. Sebastian. Her knees are feeling sore from kneeling for so long, but the respectable doctor was ignoring her."Matilda, get up. Stop troubling him." Mr Heirden persuades his wife. He can't stand to watch her on her knees anymore."Don't touch me!" Mrs Heirden swings her husband's hand away. "I won't leave. I won't leave here until Dr. Sebastian agreed."The old woman crawls towards Dr. Sebastian, who was sitting on the table, pretending to do paper works. She holds his leg and keeps begging, "Dr. Sebastian, p-please, save my son. Please." She sobs. Her eyes were swollen and red for crying for so long. "I'm w-willing to do anything. Anything. I can be your slave. Just save my son.""Don't hold me, you disgusting old peasant!" Dr. Sebastian kicks her off, the old woman stumbles, lying on her back."Wife." Mr Heirden rushes to his wife and holds her up, as he shivers in both anger and disappointment. He shoots the doctor a dissatisfied look, and says, "