When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Did she think I murdered Nancy?

I almost laughed out in disbelief. Looking at her, I scoffed, “Ms. Fuller, you’ve actually overestimated me. If I were that ruthless, that slap would never have made it to my face.”

She said disdainfully, “You can drop the act. I know Nancy slandered and humiliated you before, so you’ve been vengeful all this while! It’s not impossible to get rid of her. After all, you have the backing of the Stovall family or the Moore family. It should be easy for you to get rid of an actress without leaving a single trace behind. I never took you to be this cruel, Scarlett!”

Nothing I say will make her change her mind. Plus, she didn’t come here to ask if I murdered Nancy. She doesn’t even care who really did the deed since she’s already fixated on me being the perpetrator.

No one else was at home, and I didn’t want to continue talking to her. So I said, “You’ve already slapped me and scolded me; you can go back now, Ms. Fuller.”

But alas, if it was that easy to deter Sally, I wouldn’t have been forced into tight corners by her several times.

She ignored me and entered the villa. Plonking herself down on the sofa in the living room, she tossed a folder on the table. Her voice was full of hatred and disgust as she said, “Scarlett, if you have any feelings for Ashton at all, you should leave him. Don’t drag him into this mess.”

I frowned and opened the folder she’d tossed on the table. As I flipped through the photographs that were inside, a cold sweat broke out on my body.

These photos were taken before Nancy’s death. The faces of the men who were in the photographs couldn’t be seen clearly, but Nancy’s tortured expression was distinctly captured.

looked at Sally. “Why are you showing me

City, Nancy’s had her contract with the Fuller Corporation dissolved, and she also slandered you when she attracted media attention for her little stunt on top of that building. Now, she’s dead. Who else can be responsible for her

attempted to control her emotions. “I don’t know if this is revenge or just pure hatred. Frankly, your actions have nothing to do with me. But you must leave Ashton. He cannot have his reputation sullied by a wife like you. Just one misstep and it could destroy

out loud at her audacity. “What makes you think I did it?” You didn’t even get any facts right, and you’re placing the blame on me

has had its fair share of dirty dealings. Do you think Cameron hasn’t seen the news? To them, Nancy’s worth less than

Ashton’s aunt. After all, we’re taught to respect our elders. But if our elders cannot behave rationally or reasonably, I

in shock, not expecting me to retaliate. She looked furious. “Just who do you think you are, Scarlett? This house belongs to the Fullers. What

can because she’s my

appearance. He walked

with barely concealed anger. “You may be my aunt, but I expect you

going to cut ties with

be impossible.” Ashton was usually calm, and his emotions were hard to discern. Now though, his anger was palpable. As he stared at Sally impassively, he asked, “Do you need a lift

uttered his words, it was painfully obvious that Sally had overstayed her welcome. With her chest rising and falling rapidly with anger, she glared at me fiercely before leaving in a

she left, the pain in my

sofa. Already in a sour mood, I blurted,