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.

drive us and was already waiting for us in the parking lot. I didn’t have a good

supermarket and sending Jackson and me home, he went back out to pick Summer and Michael up

dream about if, by some miracle, I

life was to take care of my children, learn new recipes, and make sure that my children and husband

always work out the way you 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

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

me a spot in the office, but it was hard for me to get used to having a job that gave me so much

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

people in the office debated

ministers from K City. I know that our hotel had no part in her death, but it still happened on our hotel grounds.

effort into helping the hotel recover, but now, it looks like we’ll have to look

also heard that our parent company is super well-off and 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

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 I’m losing my

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

salary and working environment. If it shut down,

monthly. I couldn’t help but sigh internally. It was just my luck that this would happen right before I was about to get