When There Is Nothing Left But Love

It was an hour’s journey from the villa to the Fullers’ family home. Throughout the entire hour, I felt like I was in a daze.

My mind was flooded with thoughts about the child in Rebecca’s belly and the look in Ashton’s eyes before he left. I couldn’t seem to draw enough air into my lungs.

My chest tightened, and just as the car pulled to a stop in front of the Fullers’ family home, a wave of nausea washed over me. I rushed out of the car and retched on the flowerbed for a long time, unable to throw up.

“It seems like being Mrs. Fuller has made you fragile, seeing that you’ve almost vomited after a short car ride.” A sharp and distasteful voice sounded out from the front door of the house.

I didn’t need to look to know who it was. George had two sons. The elder one was Christopher Fuller, who had died in a car accident along with his wife years ago, leaving his only son, Ashton, behind. George’s second son was Charlie Fuller.

At that moment, the one mocking me outside the family home was Uncle Charlie’s wife, Helen Clarke. There were many internal feuds within wealthy families, so I had already gotten used to this.

in my stomach as I stared at Helen, greeting her

favored by George despite coming from a poor background, or perhaps she was disgruntled because George had valued Ashton so much that

me before gazing behind me. Upon noticing there was no one else inside the car, her expression darkened. “What? Ashton, the favorite grandson, didn’t even show up

lifted my lips into a smile and gave her a perfunctory reply. “An important issue has arisen, so Ashton

person whom my father-in-law has placed all his hope on. I wonder what he saw in

the funeral to pay their respects. Although Helen was repulsed by me, for the sake of appearances, she didn’t make things too difficult for

of the

who came to offer their respects were all from outstanding backgrounds. Charlie and Helen

me with

wasn’t all that complicated despite being a wealthy family because there weren’t many descendants. George had always preferred a life of peace and solace and

her face. “This was left to