When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Marcus’ expression was as dark as night.

As he stared at Sally, he uttered coldly, “Is there a point for you to say this now? Benjamin is dead. Are you trying to kill my mother too?”

Sally sneered, “So you want your mother to hate your father for the rest of her life? He’s been framed for so many years, so why can’t you let him die an innocent man?”

“I’m the one who should die! I should be the one to die!” Sharon cried out as she climbed to her feet. When she looked at Sally, she laughed. “He loves me. Yes, he loves me.”

I sensed something amiss about her behavior, so I said to Marcus, “I think you should send her to the hospital. Something’s wrong with her.”

Few could withstand a shock as intense as that. After glancing at Sally, Marcus helped Sharon out of the White residence.

Now, the only ones left in the house were Sally and me. Looking at the apathetic woman, I mumbled, “Aunt Sally, it’s getting late, so I’ll be heading back first.”

Before I could take more than three steps, she uttered, “Do you think I did this wrongly as well? That I shouldn’t talk about these old matters?”

At that, I froze for a moment before turning to look at her. “Benjamin didn’t mention it when he was alive. Maybe he had other plans.”

“Ha,” she scoffed. “He’s only keeping it to himself because he’s concerned about Sharon’s feelings and reputation. What other plans can he possibly have?”

at her words, sensing the disgust in them. “Aunt Sally, Benjamin’s plans are also his concerns.

was the one at fault; she had been the one to hate and love the wrong person. There was no way Sharon

same as everyone else’s? My entire life was ruined because of her. I didn’t marry the one I love, and I don’t have anyone to grow

fund. These are the things you exchanged for. All those years he had been with

then, she should have known that a day like this would come. It was only a matter of

because you killed the daughter-in-law of the Fullers. You’re on the side of the outsiders. Ashton’s

functioned differently from each other. No matter what I did, I could not share the

of Rebecca’s baby,

White residence,

headed back to the villa, thinking that Ashton had already gone home.

in the office, and there were a handful of terms I

I was reading, Mrs. Eriksen asked me to go for my dinner. As I was too focused on my research, I

Ashton came back,

not in the bedroom, so he

away from the computer screen and fixed my gaze on him instead.

me a small smile before walking over to me. As he sprawled by the edge of the table,

fragrance from him made me subconsciously