When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Layla was a chatterbox to begin with. Seeing as no one was willing to speak, she took the liberty of starting a conversation. “Women nowadays are so skinny that they don’t produce enough milk unlike women from back then. In fact, we women from the previous generation produce so much that I often woke up to drenched clothes and a damp bed. It really couldn’t be helped. I had to milk myself at night just to get some relief. Unfortunately, we didn’t have refrigerators at that time so I had nowhere to store them. They would go bad after a few days and I always thought to myself, all of my hard-earned milk, gone just like that. What a waste!”

Camelia ate the last bite of her food and smiled bitterly as she glanced at her baby. “Yeah. Hard-earned milk, it is.”

After eating, she cleaned up the table and took out the trash before taking over her son from Layla’s arms to breastfeed him. Perhaps the baby boy was really starving because he immediately latched onto her breast and kept sucking.

Camelia had only just finished her meal. Hence, she didn’t have much breast milk to offer him. When her son didn’t get his fill, he bit down harder, causing Camelia’s features to contort with pain. Still, she endured it.

Layla went upstairs to check on Marcus while I sat across from Camelia. I knew she had something to say to me and vice versa.

But it seemed like no one wanted to go first.

Suddenly, her lips curved into a wry smile and she muttered, “You must be surprised to see me like this, huh?”

decided to avoid answering her question. “The White family is quite well-off. You don’t have to force yourself to be like this. You could consider hiring a caregiver to take

Marcus had the funds to support

because they barely scraped by, let alone had the luxury

that, he might never fall in love with me and instead, pursue you

the money he gave me over the years. I didn’t even ask my parents for money. I’m just like a daughter from an ordinary family, working my

where she was coming from. A man with a successful career and good looks had no shortage

she didn’t reap the benefits of his wealth. Instead, she took a gamble;

couldn’t bring himself to love her would render that effort invalid. As the defaulter in their marriage,

my heart clenched in my

a momentary silence, I steered the topic away. “I booked a flight back to K City tonight. I might have to stay there for some time. If you need anything, you can look for my friend. I’ve sent her contact information to your phone. And if you find

gratitude. “Thank you.” After

for a while.