"What?? Is there something you would like to say about my mother's death?" Sabrina questioned sharply. "There is no need for that, I will look into it myself! You should mind your own business, Mr. Lynn!"

Sabrina had not mentioned that she wanted revenge, but it was enough to scare the daylights out of Lincoln.

"You should be fine. As long as you haven't betrayed your conscience, that is!" she added.

Conscience? He couldn't afford to think of that. Seeing the way Sabrina stood in the middle of the hall in her beautiful dress and the crystal heels Sebastian put on for her, accompanied by her loving husband and daughter, his heart throbbed with excruciating pain. The pain intensified especially when he saw the adorable little girl Aino. It was the kind of pain that shook one to the core. He finally realized that Sabrina was exactly like a weed. She would not succumb to fire, nor would the rain kill her. All it would take was a wave of summer breeze and she would revive.

He felt as th