When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1251

“Scarlett, you’ve always been so impatient. Sit down first and we can have a chat.” Armond blew a smoke circle, looking infuriatingly unperturbed. Seeing his unchanging expression, I felt a wave of anger wash over me.

I had run out of patience. Taking out a letter opener that I had hidden in my pocket just now, I pressed the blade against my chest and said, “I want to see my children now. Otherwise, you can take my corpse and threaten Ashton with it!”

“Letty, what are you doing? Put down that letter opener immediately!” John tried to grab the letter opener from me in shock, but I ducked away deliberately.

“Don’t come near me!” I hissed, backing into a corner. Even John looked rather apprehensive now.

Unexpectedly, Armond’s face changed a little when he saw this. The change was almost imperceptible, but I saw it anyway.

“You wouldn’t dare, Scarlett. Are you willing to abandon your children like that?” Armond asked testily, his eyes narrowing.

“So what if I’m unwilling?” I retorted, giggling coldly as I held the knife against my chest, looking as though I might plunge it into my flesh. “Everything was my fault to begin with. As long as I die, my kids will be alright. I don’t want them to live the rest of their lives in danger. I might as well die earlier to make up for all the harm I’ve caused them!”

“John, I’m sorry. Tell Ashton to find our children and take revenge for us!”

finished speaking, I raised the letter opener up in the air, preparing to

at the

strike down the letter opener from my hand. As he grabbed hold of my hand, he kicked the letter opener a few

kids today, I’ll bite

under control, Armond let out a visible sigh of relief. However, he only took another two

begged, panting slightly.

“That’s enough!” he snapped. We glanced over and saw the most disgusted expression on his face, as though someone was holding a pile of dung under his nose. “Scarlett, what remained of my interest in

desk. He pressed down on the speed-dial button and ordered almost immediately,

quickly, a dark-skinned caregiver walked into the room, carrying an infant

snatched the child from her, cradling it in my arms as though

but his nose and eyes looked exactly like Ashton’s. This was my child

had been one month since I lost a vital part of my life, and I

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