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

Suddenly, Lydia, who was about to reach the entrance, brought herself to an abrupt halt. She turned around in a huff, yelling with all her might, “Hey, why don’t you get your facts right? Research conducted over the past century has indicated homosexuality as a normal sexual preference! Jackson is a kind-hearted and hardworking man! His presence has contributed to society’s wellbeing and public welfare! You’re the one adversely impacting the advancement of mankind!”

“Come again?” John got up from his seat and was about to rush over in a rage, but I stopped him and yelled in the nick of time, “John!”

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Alder.” Afraid Lydia would be beaten to a pulp, I hurriedly urged her to leave, “He didn’t mean it. You should hurry up and return to Jackson! Also, please express an apology on my behalf!”

Gritting her teeth, Lydia’s gorgeous face puckered in disgust because of John’s words. After shooting a fierce glare at him one last time, she marched out of the gate.

John, who was usually the most superior one in the room, couldn’t stand Lydia’s response. After he took a seat, he grunted, “How dare she get so full of herself?”

Emma and I exchanged short glances, unanimously deciding to ignore the man’s rhetorical question. After he unbuttoned his shirt, he asked, “Why haven’t you mentioned anything about the lawsuit regarding custody over Summer?”

the lawsuit, you would have

the idea off his mind and replied nonchalantly, “Everything is under my

housekeeper. Grinning, he announced, “Nope! I consider Summer my daughter! I will allow no

close friend of both Macy and me. If you do anything silly,

dead silent when

had her curiosity piqued, asked, “Who’s Macy? Isn’t Summer your daughter? Why has the woman’s

grunted, “You need to stop poking your nose into our business and play the role

began bickering in the garden, causing things to turn lively all of a

dropped by the clinic after we dropped Summer at

Although it was quite

saw the signboard of Jackson’s clinic the moment we alighted from the car. The place, which was supposed to be an ordinary clinic, was ruined by the doodles left by the haters. The signboard had been shattered in half in front