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?”

well-off. You don’t have to force yourself to be like

to

The lowborn led miserable lives mostly because they barely scraped by, let alone had the luxury to care about their dignities. However, Camelia was different. Marcus’ assets allowed her

met my gaze with a calm expression. “I understand what you’re getting at, but if I do that, he might never fall

touched a single cent of 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 a*s off for myself and my child. I keep thinking that the longer I keep

knew where she was coming from. A man with a successful career and good looks had no shortage of women flocking to him, regardless of whether they were after his

understood this better than I. She was fully aware that Marcus’ heart did not belong to her. But unlike other women, she didn’t reap the benefits of his wealth. Instead, she took a gamble; except for his love,

Marcus wanted to use money to compensate her, the fact that he couldn’t bring himself to love her would render that effort invalid. As the defaulter in their marriage, he wouldn’t be able to use money to make up for the lack of love toward her as

in my chest when I witnessed the tough life

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 it

gratitude. “Thank you.” After

heavy blow to my chest and I didn’t know how to react for a while. At last, I flashed her a small