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

Chapter 58 

Clinton and Cameron had had quite a few to drink and were now reminiscing the past. 

The man looked at Cameron and spoke empathetically, “All these years, you’ve been searching for your kid. Are you getting any closer to finding her?”

A hint of desolation crept over her refined features. “It has been more than twenty years, but there’s not a single piece of useful information. I’m not even sure if she’s still alive.”

Clinton sighed and offered his consolation, “Don’t give up. I’m sure things will start looking up soon.”

I had eaten quite a bit of food, so when the next dish was served, I felt my stomach churned.

And so, I left my seat and headed to the toilet.

Ashton came over to check on me. “Are you all right?”

“I’m okay, just a little nauseated.” I only started experiencing morning sickness, so this was considered mild.

When I was well enough to speak, I asked him, “Do you understand what Mr. Clinton and Ms. Anderson were talking about just now? I thought she only has a son?”

He then led me out of the toilet and seated me down at a chaise longue in the corridor. Placing his big hand on my lower belly, the man slowly explained, “Ms. Anderson had another marriage before she married Nick’s father. She and her ex husband had a daughter, but he abandoned the child, and Ms. Anderson has been looking for her since then.”

as he spoke. I had never seen such a gentle expression on his

had been married for two years now. Previously, I was nothing more than a walking wallpaper to him. But since he learned that I

always believed that there were only two types

with each other gradually over time. But with Ashton, it was neither. To him, the

dodged my question and walked me back

a lengthy and drawn-out dinner. By the time we left

asleep

arrived at our villa, Ashton carried me to the

woken up by my

at my phone and was surprised to see

Macy’s voice was full of excitement, sounding as

I wanted to double-check with her. “You mean the officers

of kyanine they found in my cupboard was within the legally allowed amount of possession for

elated made me heave a sigh of relief. “That’s great! Try and get some rest now. We’re

think of, and I agreed to all of

“Okay!”

was also elevated after hanging up the

under only one of two camps, either right or wrong. But over the years, I inevitably learned

shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,

as wholly good or