When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Helen scoffed. “She is merely an ingrate. Dad treated her well over the past few years for nothing.”

“Stop it!” Charlie glared at her before he glanced at me helplessly. “It’s late. Your grandpa’s funeral is already over. Go home now.”

“Thank you, Uncle Charlie,” Both Helen and Charlie were over fifty years old. They didn’t have any children and lived comfortably on the shares of Fuller Corporation.

Helen could be rather sharp-tongued, but she wasn’t a bad person at all. They were a loving couple, envied by many others.

As they walked away, I stood in front of George’s grave, still deep in thought. My relationship with Ashton would possibly come to an end since Grandpa had passed on.

I’m going to lose him, after all.

“Grandpa, take care. I’ll visit you later.” I bowed sincerely before I spun on my heels to leave. In spite of that, I was momentarily shocked by the sight that greeted me.

When did Ashton arrive?

in black, his expression thunderous. He was standing close by and was gazing at George’s gravestone sternly. I was unable to sense the thoughts that were

the sight of me, he

to pick

about to leave. “Ashton, Grandpa has passed on. You should let it go. After

darkened,

to fly into a rage, but he merely turned around and

him out of the cemetery. The sky was already dark by now. The driver who had

and drove off silently. I clenched my fingers, wanting to ask him about Rebecca, but when I saw his

ask, “How is Ms. Larson doing?” I didn’t push her, but she did happen

abrupt halt. I was thrown forward by the force of it. Before I could react, Ashton pinned

Keenly detecting a sense of danger, I recoiled as I soon parted my lips.