When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Why would he ask when he knew the truth?

Instinctively, my hands clenched into fists. The sight of his hypocritical expression left me with a burning desire to slice him in half.

Yet, I had to exercise restraint.

There was a ninety percent chance that my child was under Ezra’s possession. If I angered him, my child would be the one who suffers in this exchange.

Sensing my mood shift, John placed his hand over my fists in an attempt to deter any rash movement.

Gritting my teeth, I took a deep breath and painted a forceful smile across my face. “Thank you for your concern. My children are fine.”

Ezra nodded good-naturedly. “I heard that you gave birth to twins. Finally, the Fullers are blessed with a healthy son. Though, I’m afraid that it may be hard to win custody of your child. If you’d like, I can help you smoothen things over at the court by pulling a few strings.”

The sight of his kind and gentle expression would have fooled me if I didn’t know about his merciless involvement with Ashton’s parents.

much going on. Seeing such a dignified person like you running around idly, it’s no wonder that they have nothing better to do. They even dared to launch an investigation against Uncle Louis. They will be doomed once I take action,” John said as an ominous aura

Uncle Louis, you shouldn’t

very proud of his achievements and held no fear when the investigations began. He even forbade John from using the connections

mindset could invoke countless troubles. Such problems would even cause the loved ones to worry. Yet, these things paled in comparison to having to look Ezra in the face. He was a wicked man who held no

strict principles and rules. It was no doubt that his impactful words were

his feet. Nonchalantly, he patted his jacket. “Anyway, I’ve tried to deliver my offer to help. Feel free to contact me if you have any problems.

he spoke, he strode

Ezra’s figure vanished into the distance,

innocence by paying us a visit. He must have seen the power behind the Stovall and Moore family. If he wanted our support, he would not make a

else would it be

to ring on the table. As I glanced towards the screen, it indicated that an unregistered number

danger, I would have picked it up anyway. Without hesitation, I picked my phone and answered the call before lifting it to my

through the call. “Letty,” the voice