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

Indeed, even if I don’t think for myself, I need to think about Ashton.

He’s almost thirty-five, and it’s a suitable age to have children now. If he wanted it after Summer is older, I’m afraid it’ll be even more difficult to get pregnant.

Seeing that I was pondering, she patted my hand calmly. “There, there. There’s no need to overthink things. I’m just giving my advice. Everyone has their considerations in life, but you need to leave room for maneuver.”

When we reached the garden, we found a place to sit down. I couldn’t help thinking about her and John. Thus, I ended up asking out of curiosity, “Is there a plan between you and John to get married?”

If they did not officially get married, what would happen to the child?

Although John apparently could solve it with some money, it was ultimately unfair to Hannah.

When she heard my question, she appeared a little dazed and gave a melancholy smile. “It is a great blessing to be able to have his child. As for the marriage, I’m afraid I’m not the one for him.”

I frowned, somewhat displeased. “What are you saying? Why are you belittling yourself like this? You love him and are willing to bear his child. The Stovall family should definitely give you this status. If you don’t consider it for yourself, think about it for your child!”

She smiled helplessly. “Scarlett, I am not you. If only I were an orphan like you, although my life would have been difficult, at least I wouldn’t have grown up in such a lowly situation.”

I was stunned for a moment, puzzled. “You…”

was born and raised in Southeast Asia. My mother was a woman who grew poppies in Kingcircle Town. You know, none of the kids who grew up there had a normal life. Before the age of twenty, I always thought that what

kind of environment she used to live in. So for a while,

with a gentle expression on her face. “But fortunately, I can raise my child in a good environment. This blessing is

a moment of silence before I spoke my mind. “Maybe Uncle Louis wouldn’t mind where you’re

another nationality, it did not mean

if they can

for a while, I realized that it was their own business, after all.

did not say anything anymore

I said to her, “Let’s go back. Or else they might

Whether it was sitting or standing for a

along the stone path was a little quiet. Just then, a young woman’s charming voice sounded abruptly from a

Stovall, thank you for everything.” The voice sounded

face, and it was John. Standing

not take a good look at her face when she came in. Hence, only now

them. But before we got close, I saw the woman leaning in

ankle, and John was gentlemanly enough to reach out his hand to

in his arms. I could not help but