When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Justin was a straightforward man, so he didn’t quite understand the police officer’s words. He was stunned for a while before he nodded blankly, appearing a tad silly.

After the police officer had said a few more words, we then left the police station. Only then did Justin recognize me, and he murmured in embarrassment, “Thank you so much for making this trip. I owe you one.”

I merely smiled and told them to go home first since it was rather late.

Placing her hand on my shoulder, Emery then commented, “That guy seems rather simple and honest, but the girl appears to be quite ambitious. Is she working at Ashton’s company?”

I nodded in affirmation. “Yup. I’ve run into her a few times, and it’s indeed true. But then, it’s normal for a girl, I guess. She’s quite beautiful, so it’s not surprising that she’s ambitious.”

At that, Emery snorted without commenting further. “Dang, it’s almost ten o’clock now! I’ve got to go home, or Hunter will probably chew me out. We’ll hang out again and talk another time, okay?”

As she said that, she drove off.

Thus, it was only Camelia and I left. Looking at me, she hesitantly uttered, “Scarlett, I haven’t seen my child in a long time, so I miss him. I’d like to go home and see him.”

that you’re not allowed to go home. I just wanted to bring you out for some fresh air and

life. I know it may be difficult for you to change in a short time, but go slowly and make gradual progress. You’re still young,

while gazing at me. With her eyes fixed on me, she then declared solemnly, “Okay. I’ll do as

seat with her eyes closed after such an exhausting day. After driving for a while, White residence

replaced with fruit trees instead. It was winter then, so the leaves had

taken a few steps, she suddenly turned and stared at me. With a serious expression, she asked, “Scarlet, if… This is just a suppositional question, okay? If Mr. Fuller

under the dim streetlights that were shining brightly. “No,” I answered resolutely. “As you said, it’s a suppositional question. There are no ifs in my world, and I’m an obstinate person. Since I’ve decided on Ashton,

sigh. A long while later,

well… that was quite a sudden

with my eyes, I spaced out for a bit while staring at the filled pond. It seems impossible to return to the past. It was here at White residence back when I first met

him into the pond. The winter that year was extremely chilly, so he fell ill the very next day. Later, my phone malfunctioned. As I pondered back in time, a long time had passed, so much so that I’ve almost

spun around

a black Bentley beside my car and froze for a moment. Someone was standing beside the car,