When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Afraid that Colin would think I was a broken record if I thanked him again, I just laughed self-consciously. “I’ll leave that to you.”

He set the hospitalization form down on the bedside table, sighing. “You shouldn’t try to shoulder everything yourself.”

I pursed my lips.

As it turned out, I was not in a serious condition. Jackson stayed accompanying me. There was someone to take care of Summer, and Colin would visit me sometimes.

I had been busy with work and taking care of Summer every day for the past four years. It felt strange to have a few days of free time with nothing to handle or manage.

Jackson looked at me as we were packing my things before getting discharged from the hospital. “The doctor says that you developed this illness as a result of giving birth. You better take good care of yourself from now on. You’re only thirty years old, so don’t end up looking like a hag by the time you turn forty.”

I hummed, changing the topic. “Summer wants to eat fried chicken. Let’s drop by the supermarket on the way home.”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Of course. That’s your top priority.”

I picked up my stuff and headed downstairs without another word.

the parking lot. I didn’t have a good reason

home, he

to dream about if, by some miracle, I could

more family-focused person. My ideal life was to take care of my children, learn new recipes, and make sure that

want it to. I had let go of many things in the past four years. Yet, I always found myself thinking that maybe Ashton had his own grievances. Maybe he had his reasons for lying to me and hurting

emotions canceled each other out and dissolved into nothing. No matter what happened, we were now two separate people leading

the office, but it was hard for me

listening to some gossip and rumors that were going around the office. Apparently, someone in the hotel had committed suicide by jumping off

in the office debated

K City. I know that our hotel had no part in her death, but

right? We had put so much effort into helping the hotel recover, but now, it

doesn’t care about the profits our small hotel is making. Those snobbish higher-ups probably don’t want to waste money on handling the situation. In fact, they might just shut down the

to work here—where the pay is

near me and chatted as I subtly listened in on their conversation. They did have a point. R Province was a

better salary and working environment. If it shut down, I would have to look for a new job all

even three thousand monthly. I couldn’t help but sigh internally. It was just my luck