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

When the village vanished from sight, I heard Amy heaving a sigh of relief.

Instead of feeling sad, the little girl was relieved to leave her parents. I felt my heart being tied into a knot upon that realization.

There was a better signal as the car drove onto the highway. Instantly, Ashton’s messages popped up on the screen, asking me where I was and what I was doing.

I gave him a call, and it went through in no time. “Why couldn’t I reach you the entire night? Who are you with and where are you?” he asked with his voice full of concern.

After answering all of his questions, I shifted my eyes to Amy, who had fallen asleep next to me, and fell silent. After some hesitation, I spoke up, “Ashton, I found a kid whose blood and tissue type is compatible with Summer’s, but… but she’s only five years old.”

The other end of the line was silent. Feeling agitated, I quickly explained, “It’s not what you think! I didn’t do anything illegal. I’ll bring her back to A City, and then only we decide what to do. Wait till I come home and talk to you about it, okay?”

Ashton was a highly moral and ethical man. I knew he wouldn’t agree to let a five-year-old kid donate her organ to Summer. After all, Amy was too young, and her body was still developing. The risk of being a living donor was high. Even if she was a matching donor, she might have to face the possible sequelae and negative effects of organ donation.

the harsh treatment the girls received in her family. It would be better if she could stay with Ashton and me. Even if we couldn’t adopt her, she could still live a better life in an orphanage

do. I couldn’t save Ann, yet I had the chance

“Scarlett, I know you’re worried about Summer. But, promise me you won’t

I promise you. Trust

you,” Ashton said in

the wind. I was now stuck in an insoluble dilemma. On the one hand, I would do whatever it took to save Summer. On the other hand, if Amy happened to be the perfect donor, I might not have the heart to sacrifice that little girl to save my own daughter. Both of them were innocent kids. I knew that once Amy underwent the transplant surgery, the damage done to her body

me with her bright eyes. Thinking the little girl was hungry, I said softly, “We’ll arrive home

Stovall, we’ve come a long way. Why haven’t I seen the van that took Ann away?

at a loss. Initially, I thought Amy was curious about the outside world, looking at the passing scenery outside

that instant, I couldn’t help but feel upset. “Amy, your sister is going to become someone else’s wife,” I said as I suppressed my emotion,