When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When the village vanished from sight, I heard Amy heaving a sigh of relief.

Instead of feeling sad, the little girl was relieved to leave her parents. I felt my heart being tied into a knot upon that realization.

There was a better signal as the car drove onto the highway. Instantly, Ashton’s messages popped up on the screen, asking me where I was and what I was doing.

I gave him a call, and it went through in no time. “Why couldn’t I reach you the entire night? Who are you with and where are you?” he asked with his voice full of concern.

After answering all of his questions, I shifted my eyes to Amy, who had fallen asleep next to me, and fell silent. After some hesitation, I spoke up, “Ashton, I found a kid whose blood and tissue type is compatible with Summer’s, but… but she’s only five years old.”

The other end of the line was silent. Feeling agitated, I quickly explained, “It’s not what you think! I didn’t do anything illegal. I’ll bring her back to A City, and then only we decide what to do. Wait till I come home and talk to you about it, okay?”

Ashton was a highly moral and ethical man. I knew he wouldn’t agree to let a five-year-old kid donate her organ to Summer. After all, Amy was too young, and her body was still developing. The risk of being a living donor was high. Even if she was a matching donor, she might have to face the possible sequelae and negative effects of organ donation.

had decided to take Amy with me after seeing the harsh treatment the girls received in her family. It would be better if she could stay with Ashton and me. Even if we couldn’t adopt her, she could still live a better

right thing to do. I couldn’t save

a long silence, Ashton said in a solemn voice, “Scarlett, I know

nodded. “Alright. I

course, I trust you,” Ashton said

Ashton was worried that I might lose rationality and throw propriety to the wind. I was now stuck in an insoluble dilemma. On the one hand, I would do whatever it took to save Summer. On the other hand, if Amy happened to be the perfect donor, I might not have the heart to sacrifice that little girl

with Ashton for a while before ending the call. That was when I noticed Amy was looking at me with her

and the bottle of water. Gazing at me, she asked, “Ms. Stovall, we’ve come a long way. Why haven’t I seen the van that took Ann away? There are a lot of cars on the road, but none of them is that van. Where did she go? Can I still

that, I was at a loss. Initially, I thought Amy was curious about the outside world, looking at the passing scenery outside the window. It turned out the little girl

“Amy, your sister is going to become someone else’s wife,” I said as I suppressed