When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1778 Pushing My Luck

Nathaniel spun around, so angry that his eyes were as wide as saucers. “Scarlett Stovall, you’re pushing your luck!”

I raised my uninjured hand to press down on the wound. I could barely open my eyes, but still, I forced out a smile. “I know I am, and you are the reason for it. Y-You know that if Ashton dies, I’ll be dead too. If you take his life, you take mine too. You’re playing the role of a nice man visiting me, but who are you playing this role for? Yourself? Hilarious! You’re a joke, Nathaniel!”

Nathaniel was completely still in his spot. The cold light of the filament lamp shone on him, casting a shadow over his eyes. The more I looked at his eyes, the darker they seemed, but the entire time, his expression was a calm one. He was not panicking from getting exposed for his lies, and neither was he refuting my words nor giving any explanations.

The spacious room was engulfed by silence. Perhaps he was ruminating about something, but that was something I could not decipher. Nevertheless, it was evident that my fake suicide attempt was effective.

After a long while, and just as I was about to pass out, Nathaniel reacted.

He walked over and gently held my wrist, about to help me out. “Get up first.”

His voice was soft. It was as if he was afraid of scaring me.

It was then I finally opened my eyes wide to warily watch him. However, I did not plan to listen to him.

frown crept upon his face. “He’s not dead. I

him before flinging his cold hand away. Shakily, I supported myself with the drawer

watched me from the side. Once I was

nurse came in to treat

that no one was guarding my ward at all times. In other words, I had a certain amount of freedom, but that did not mean that no one was watching

nurse left, I contacted

almost immediately. “Thank god you finally called me back. Gregory told me that Nathaniel was the one

spamming me with calls, but I missed them all.

replied as I took a glimpse at the injury on my shoulder. “How

a promise to the kids, but I broke

Emma works? She’s great at consoling the children; she played with Audrey and Drew, and they’ve forgotten about you in the midst of their fun,” John half-jokingly

tightly but smiled.

have bad memories of me, then I’d rather they

When are you going