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.”

such a gentle expression on his face. With a

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

there were only two types of love between a man

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

and walked me back to the

was a lengthy and drawn-out dinner. By the time we left Pear Garden, it was already

fell asleep in

villa, Ashton carried

I was woken up by my ringing

phone and was surprised to see that it was Macy

voice was full of excitement,

her. “You mean the officers have finished investigating the matter

the traces of kyanine they found in my cupboard was within

relief. “That’s great! Try and get some rest now. We’re going out to

of, and I agreed to all of them. “Alright. Go home now and take

“Okay!”

elevated after hanging up

that when I was little, my teacher was always telling us kids that the world was a just place. Everything we did would fall under only one of two camps, either right or wrong. But over the years, I inevitably learned that there was

judge a book by its

as wholly