When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The clutch was sitting idly beside the rocking chair, and the sunlight shone on the room, erasing all the gloomy air inside.

Jackson woke up three days earlier, then he went through rehab before finally being able to walk. But he looked clumsy, so I knew he hadn’t fully healed just yet.

“I thought the kids would be here too,” Jackson joked.

I sniffled. “I was too excited when John told me you’re awake.” I fumbled for an explanation. “So I totally forgot about it. We can go straight back to see them though, Jackson. You should see them. After all, you’ve risked your life for them.”

“I’m not in a hurry.” Jackson smiled warmly. “I can always see them after this.”

I knew he was a really nice guy. “Have you forgiven me?” It took everything I had to ask, but the moment I did, everyone fell silent, much to my worry.

John and chuckled, “I see. You were right, John. Everyone’s been worried about me. Looks like I’m more trouble than

me. Of course, everyone

and looked at me happily. “I told my lawyer to withdraw the case. Summer and Audrey are your

him. “Thank you, Jackson.”

“You were a b*stard, Jackson, but that sleep did you good. Now that you’re not trying to take my niece away, you aren’t

clinic.” He looked at me, feeling crestfallen. “I’ve talked with Lydia, and I’ve

malice for him. There

his eyes. “No. I’m going back to take over my family’s

Jackson never liked business, so why did he change