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

“Audrey likes him, so what can I do?” asked Emma. “You’re just a pot calling the kettle black. Based on how you spoil children, if it were you, wouldn’t the result be just the same?”

John did not get the response that he was hoping for. He pursed his lips and helplessly said, “We were talking about the children. Why did you start criticizing me instead? Oh, woe is me…”

Emma glared at him with narrowed eyes and didn’t bother to respond to him.

These two were destined to be a bickering couple.

Drew went along with Gregory. Of course, Emma and John followed closely behind.

Ashton and I trailed behind some distance away from the rest of them.

Side by side, we walked through the corridor together. It was a rare moment for the two of us. Looking at the lanky young boy shuffling along at the back, I felt a flurry of mixed emotions in my heart.

I was not against Ashton doing charity, but how he did it did not sit well with me. Even though he did so out of consideration for Audrey, we couldn’t foresee what would happen in the future. Maybe one day, the boy would grow up and think that he was humiliated and started to harbor evil thoughts.

He may look young, but

Just like that person.

familiar warmth on my shoulder. I turned my head. Ashton had slid his arm around me

had it all under control, somehow managed to put me at ease. “My daughter will grow up safely and peacefully. No one

ahead of me the whole time. My

guy. Audrey is already not that close with you. I do not

to maintain a happy family life, husband and wife need to work together as

squeezed my upper arm and smiled to himself. I wasn’t sure if he took

fascinated with this boy who followed us back from the orphanage. She

Ashton ordered our maid to see to the boy’s cleaning up. Every few minutes, Audrey would approach

made me

is often the start of sinking into a bottomless pit. Even with familiar people, we could never know what covert schemes were simmering in their hearts. Not

some careful contemplation, I called over Gregory to have

his wet hair that was sticking to his head after a wash, “can you do Mommy a