It was a sleepless night for Sasha.
The next morning, she felt dizzy.
She didn’t get up nor open her eyes. Instead, she pretended to be sleeping, for she wanted to see Sebastian’s response.
Even though Sasha was still asleep, Sebastian would always hug and kiss her before he got up.
What about this morning?
Sasha held her breath and waited.
The outcome was disappointing—Sebastian lifted the blanket and got up once he woke up.
Then, he quickly changed his clothes and left the room without even glancing at Sasha.
What is going on?
Once the door was closed, Sasha couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down her face.
It was cold in the middle of winter, but Sasha felt that her heart had frozen.
She kept lying on the bed for a long time.
“Sasha? Sasha?”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
When she heard the bang on the door, Sasha quickly wiped away her tears and got up.
“Mom? Why are you up so early?”
Sasha gazed at Frieda in bewilderment, for Frieda was supposed to be asleep at this hour.
Frieda grabbed Sasha’s arm and said, “I want to have chicken soup as well.”
Chicken soup?
Is she referring to the chicken soup made for Sabrina yesterday? Didn’t she have the soup last night?
Sasha shrugged and explained, “Mom, we ate all the chicken soup last night. If you want more, I’ll buy the ingredients and make the soup for you.”
“There is still some soup. That fierce woman—she hid the soup. I saw it, but she didn’t want me to have it. She’s a bad woman!”
Hugging Sasha’s arms, Frieda began to sob.
Sasha got anxious instantly.
She put on a jacket on Frieda and brought her to Sabrina’s room.
Much to her surprise, Sasha saw a pot of chicken soup in Sabrina’s room once she arrived.
“Sabrina, what are you doing? Why are you keeping so much chicken soup? Can you finish all of it?”
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