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

Horace scoffed at my firm statement and said sarcastically, “Mrs. Fuller, that’s rather bold of you to threaten someone in front of the police. Did you forget about the oaths you took when you became a lawyer?”

Threaten someone? I guess he’s right.

I had no qualms about “threatening” people if it meant protecting Summer.

With a smile that did not quite reach my eyes, I replied stiffly, “Whatever you say, sir. I’m sure it would be difficult for any mother to stay calm when her daughter is in trouble. So sue me.”

I paused and turned toward the reporters. “Though, if memory serves me right, you can’t open a case without the victim’s agreement. Would any of you like to pursue this matter?”

The silence that greeted me was deafening.

Realizing that he had lost this round, Horace waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and said impatiently, “Forget it. I’m not going to waste time on useless chitchat. Rich people like you always think that you’re better than everyone else, but I believe everyone is equal before the law. You better start praying that your walls don’t crumble under our investigation. All I need is a little piece of evidence to send you to prison for the rest of your life!”

With that, he roared, “Raid this place!”

horde of officers swarmed the wine cellar at his

well. At worst, I’ll drop by the police station with Summer. Our innocence will prevail. The police doesn’t have hard evidence on Summer’s direct involvement in

I would do everything in my power to prevent Summer from shouldering the blame

support Summer as best as I could. My failure to be there for Macy in the past hung heavy

comfortingly, silently telling her to stay calm. No matter what happened,

pushed his

holding the key to the cellar glanced at Summer and me.

an ear-splitting crash from within the cellar. It sounded

and the cellar could not

out the guns from their holsters almost simultaneously, training their barrels on the cellar door in preparation for combat.

into the wall, revealing a cellar that reeked of

threatening to flow over the doorstep at any moment. Meanwhile, crates that used to hold the wine bottles lay scattered around the room in disarray. Glass

stood in the middle of it all, his trousers half-soaked in wine. His blazer was missing, leaving him in a white shirt and a loosened tie hanging crookedly around his neck. I thought I