When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I wasn’t really sure what to do. Since I had to stay in Moranta for the next few days, I couldn’t very well go all the way back and send her to the hospital. “Mom, can you ask one of the maids to take Summer to the hospital? She may just be going through a bad case of seasonal flu. Maybe she’ll get better after a while,” I told Cameron.

“Alright. I’ll arrange for someone to take her to the hospital tomorrow. Your dad and I have been so busy nowadays we can barely catch our breath. Come back after finishing your business at Moranta, okay? Don’t go to A City anymore. Come back to K City and learn how to manage the companies. Your dad and I are getting old, so you and Emery will be taking over soon. Since you’re both so young, it’ll be much easier for you two to take the reins. I’m sure the companies will do much better with you two in charge.”

It surprised me to hear that they were planning to pass both the Moore Corporation and the Anderson Corporation over to me. Almost instinctively, I replied, “Mom, you know I don’t like all that business stuff. Nick and Emery are both skilled enough to take over. I still have stuff I want to do in the future. You can slowly give up the company bit by bit, but there’s no rush.”

Luckily, Cameron seemed to respect my decision. She sighed and replied, “You know, you will have to take over sooner or later. You’re from the Moore family, after all. There are some things you can’t just push to others.”

I knew she was just reminding me out of kindness. Hence, I replied with a short hum, reluctant to say much more.

However, my mood got much worse after the phone call. I had never even thought of those things. In the midst of all this new information, I couldn’t help but feel slightly rattled. I turned around to see Ashton still reading.

out by myself and got my phone broken by Holden. I even got back pretty late, so it

was because I was worried, or maybe it

made a racket when he was filling a glass of water. His typing was usually pretty quiet, but today he was stabbing each key as if he had a personal

men could really be more immature than I could imagine. He was just trying his

At the sight of my indifference, he somehow dug out a calculator and started repeatedly pressing one of the buttons. The mechanical beeps kept coming as

childish?” He was almost forty,

glared at me. “How am I being

nearly choked on my spit. “So you think you’re being an adult right now?” In order to wake me up, he had already banged, beeped, and tapped everything that could make

at me and suddenly lowered his head, chuckling so hard

sometimes felt as though we’d

finally stopped laughing. “What did you go