When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

It was a common scene nowadays for those at the top of the hierarchy to exploit those working for them. And the outcome of that was no one lending the old couple a helping hand despite the bustling street.

It was all karma. Treat the world with indifference, and the world will treat you the same.

There were many kind-hearted people with an overwhelming sense of sympathy. But unfortunately, Simone and Nicolas had simply run out of luck.

Simone’s voice was completely gone after thirty minutes under the hot sun. Her cracked lips opened and closed, but no words came out. Feeling dizzy and light-headed, she fell on her back with a loud thud.

The square was left with only a few passersby. They hastened their pace and some even broke into a run when they passed by Simone and Nicolas. There was no telling if they were rushing for something urgent or they simply wanted to get out of there quickly.

At two o’clock sharp, only two bodies were left in the middle of the square.

Ashton coldly retracted his gaze from the sight. He rolled up his window, blocking the view outside as if also cutting off the ties between him and the Hall family.

“Start the car,” Ashton said with a deadpan expression. “We’re going back to the company.”

the victim, heavy-laden, would not be able to fight back. Thus, it was much easier to be

Ashton wasn’t a

kind of comfort was useless. And all he needed was a silent

hand as I leaned against his shoulder. I could feel his occasional stare, but he didn’t say anything. I didn’t push him for anything and simply pretended not to know. I cuddled in

city center. It was only two blocks away from the square and

Ashton ordered Joseph as he took my hand in his and led me

he had dropped by the company to settle some urgent work since we were in the area. Seeing him taking off his coat and heading toward his desk,

a seat on the couch. He waved

obediently stood up and took a seat across

door open, strode toward Ashton’s desk, and handed him a manila envelope. Then he pivoted on his heels and

had done for us all these years, I said, “Shouldn’t it be time for Mr. Campbell to set up a family in K City?

City. He had shouldered a lot of Ashton’s burden and I felt guilty about it. It would be reasonable for him to possess a portion of the company’s share and have the same level