When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

“Are we going to cook at home?”

He did not seem like he had a lot of work to do, and so I nodded my head. It’s not like we had the chance to cook homecooked meals together every day.

Five o’clock in the afternoon, it was drizzling in A City, and the weather was gloomy. Ashton was staying in, and I thought I might as well take the chance to contact the person on the card that Armond handed over to me.

I went back to the bedroom, and called the man. It took him a few rings to pick up. A voice rang, “Hello!”

Stumped by the enthusiasm in his voice, I replied, “Hi, is this Mr. Brandon Dumphy?”

The person mumbled a response and replied in a weird accent, “Yes, speaking. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Puzzled by his weird accent, I was starting to doubt the man. How did Armond get to know people like him? However, I decided to just ask, “Mr. Murphy gave me your contact.”

“Oh, I see. Ah, are you Ms. Stovall?”

your hospital really could find a bone marrow match and

daughter’s most recent medical records to me so that I can have a look first? I’d appreciate it if you could take some time tomorrow for me to bring you for a tour. We do have the supply for what you’re looking for. The only question is if it’s going

I was a little stumped by the sheer amount of information. However, it seemed like the man really knew what he was talking about. So, I

Boris had reached A City as well. My father told me to bring along the man wherever I went, and that

myself, I sent over Summer’s medical records to Brandon. The man replied after some time: We’ll go visit the place where our

just refer to organs in people’s

to explain things to me as he merely replied: Yes. There were no more texts

and requested him to tag along for the trip tomorrow. I initially wanted to let Ashton know, but he had been held up in the study all day for work. I did not wish to disturb

to, and headed for the door right after he bade goodbye to me. I sorted out things around the house, and it did not take long for Boris

the Second Highway exit. It’s going to be a long journey for you.

a lot of traffic for mornings in A City. We had only managed to meet up with Brandon past the agreed time. The man seemed a tad furious since he had been waiting for

judging from his face alone, it was not difficult to guess that he was a little plump. The dark-skinned

will bring you there later. Did you bring along everything you need? There is nothing

make an upfront statement like that. However, I was puzzled by his question. “Aren’t we heading