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.

kindly offered to drive us and was already waiting for us in the parking lot. I didn’t have a good reason to refuse him,

sending Jackson and me home,

ordinary, mundane routine. I recalled how I used to dream about if, by some miracle, I could

was to take care of my children, learn new recipes, and

way you want it to. I had let go of many things in the past four years. Yet, I always

him were poisoned with love. As time passed, those opposing emotions canceled each other out and dissolved into nothing. No matter what happened, we were now two separate people leading two separate

office, but it was hard for me to get used to having a job

rumors that were going around the office. Apparently, someone in the hotel had committed

people in the office debated over

no part in her death, but it still happened on our hotel grounds. I

the hotel recover, but now, it looks like we’ll have

our parent company is super well-off and doesn’t care about the profits our small hotel is making. Those

To think that I went through so much trouble to work here—where the pay is actually good and the environment is alright. I can’t believe

did have a point. R Province was a small city without any large

already considered large compared to the other hotels in the city, with a better salary and working environment. If it shut down, I would have to look for a new job all

but sigh internally. It was