When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The rest of the staff filed into the office. They caught sight of Colin passing an ointment to me but ignored us promptly.

Since it wasn’t a serious injury, I shooed Colin away. “I’m fine. Go and do your work!”

Thinning his lips, he glanced at me, then at the female employees who were staring in our direction before complying.

Just then, Joyce returned to the office as her shift had ended. When she noticed the medical plaster on my knee, she mocked, “The sight of a wealthy and influential person must have weakened the knees of an uneducated peasant like you. Such a disgrace!”

I pressed my lips together but did not retaliate. Although I was in a rush just now, I knew the true reason I had tripped.

I knew everyone working in the hotel, and there had only been a few people around me at that time. It made sense that Joyce, who had been standing closest to me, was the culprit behind my injury.

After tending to my bruised knee, I walked to the water dispenser and filled a cup with boiling water.

I neared Joyce and asked coolly, “Your face or hand — what’s your choice?”

Her face turned a ghastly white when she noticed the hot water in the cup. “Scarlett, what are you trying to do? I’m warning you. My father is the county mayor of R Province. If you dare lay a finger on me, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life.”

I nodded nonchalantly, unfazed by her threats. “I suppose I’ll just wait and see!”

Before she could react, I seized her arm and poured scalding water on her porcelain skin. She screamed in agony, but I kept my grip on her and emptied the cup.

plan your schemes better next time. I will let you off easy this time, but

“You—”

to retire now. After all, R Province never flourished under his management despite its

parting words, I took the ointment

I reached the ground floor, Colin had pulled up at the entrance. “Get in!” he

offer when I remembered my limping gait.

swept over me. “I’ll drop by the pharmacy to buy medicine before sending you home,”

ankle, which had almost

Colin blurted after we had long

chuckling humorlessly. “Do I look like someone who has connections with

lapse before he continued, “He was staring at

didn’t admit nor deny

up battling my swollen ankle and slumped unceremoniously in a

slumber, only to be

of tears wetted my

or dreamt of that child. He had grown up

knocks on the door urged me to hurry up. I wiped away my tears and splashed some

swung the door

by the sun, a golden halo surrounded his lean frame. His expression was somber, and his dark eyes were