When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I grinned. “Yes. Who told you that?”

“Uncle John called and told me this morning.”

Surprised, I smiled at her. John was quick at getting updates.

I carried her up and sat on the bed. With a solemn face, I gazed at the little girl. “Summer, I’ll be away for several days. Do you want to stay with Mr. Fuller or Uncle John and Grandpa?”

She tilted her head while staring at me in bewilderment. “Mommy, aren’t you going to bring me along?”

“Summer, you need to go to school, so you can’t go around with me all the time. Just stay in K City. Uncle John, Grandpa, and Mr. Fuller will take good care of you.”

“But I want to go out and have fun with you, Mommy,” she protested with a frown.

“Summer!” I raised my voice. “You can come with me during the school holidays. Do you remember that you’ve taken a day off previously? Everyone has their own responsibilities, children and adults alike. Just like how Mr. Fuller goes to work every day, you need to go to school every day too.”

As usual, knowing that I was angry, the little girl no longer argued with me. She kept quiet for a moment before saying, “Okay, Mommy. I’ll listen to you.”

Opening my mouth, I wanted to say something to comfort her, but in the end, the only words I could say were to ask her to take care of herself.

At night.

It was already 12 a.m. when Ashton came home. In my sleep, I vaguely felt that he got into bed, but I was too sleepy to ask him how things went.

had

morning, Mrs. Fuller. Your breakfast is ready. Before Mr. Fuller

her to come in and go into the

the laundry, so I let her do whatever she needed to. Tying my hair up, I

the clothes Ashton

at her and saw her holding a white shirt. There was a glaring,

a loss for words. The atmosphere was

an assuring smile. “It’s okay. Perhaps it was rubbed on the shirt accidentally. Go

face. To be honest, I was unfazed. After years of being together,

to loyalty and relationship, I had faith in him, and I wouldn’t

of relief, Flora left the room with the

for a short while, she retraced her steps and stood at the doorway. “Mrs. Fuller, Mr. Fuller isn’t that kind of man. Please don’t think

years, so I know his character very well. I trust him,”

seemed relieved and walked out of the

Flora to take care

a year since I last saw her. On my way, I went to a shopping mall and

old, was

and she couldn’t help but freeze for a second. Handing the baby to the caregiver, she strode over

leaving my house,” I answered with a smile. My gaze