When There Is Nothing Left But Love

As the yells grew increasingly impatient outside, Ronald trembled in fear while holding his hands together.

“What should we do? Are they really going to burn our house down?” his wife inquired uneasily.

Ronald was at a loss now. His gaze landed on me as he implored, “Ms. Stovall, please help us!”

I pursed my lips instead of replying at once. Seeing how jumpy he was, I parted my lips and spoke. “I can help you with one condition. Register your kids as citizens of the country. If you agree, I can pay the money at once.”

Upon hearing my words, he hesitated. His terrified wife took my arm anxiously, but Boris pried her hand off and furrowed his brows. She staggered back in fear before pleading, “Please, Ms. Stovall. You’re our only hope. We have no other choices. Please help us!”

Boris’s lips thinned as he shot them a warning glare. “I believe Ms. Stovall has made herself clear. Nothing is free in this world.”

while before saying, “Ms. Stovall, we’re from different worlds. You might think I’m exploiting my children and destroying their future, but this is their fate for they are born here. No one can change that fact. I can register Amy as a citizen, no problem. But I won’t agree

greedy man, but actually, he had his own plans. He was playing the innocent card. If it got leaked out, he would be portrayed as a farmer

shouldn’t have underestimated him. I flashed a slight smile. “Why are you so confident that I would

are willing to spend money to solve the matter. Even if you refuse to pay, never mind. Mr. Dumphy doesn’t know about you coming here to ask

Ha!

shouldn’t have thought he was a fool. Shrugging, I replied, “Well, looks like you

stared at me. “Ms. Stovall, that’s all I have to say. We know what we both want, so we should be honest

know I hated being strung along. Immediately, I responded, “You’re wrong. Yes, Amy’s bone marrow is a match for my daughter, but she’s not the only choice I have. I can afford to wait for another suitable donor to come along. Your situation is different, though. Trouble is already knocking at your door. If you said nothing and accepted my offer, I wouldn’t have said anything. But since you mentioned it, I don’t feel like going along with

wooden door, which was originally flimsy, fell to the ground after a few burly men threw themselves against it. The villagers outside