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.”

kinship was involved, the offender could act brazenly without consideration and the victim, heavy-laden, would not be

wasn’t

of comfort was useless. And all he needed

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 his embrace,

tallest building in the city center. It

he took my hand in his and led me

been too long since I had last dealt with company matters, so I had no memory of it and didn’t have much of an interest when Ashton started talking business. I thought he had dropped by the company to settle some urgent work since we were in the area. Seeing him taking off his coat and

he caught me taking a seat on the couch. He waved his hand at me and said,

stood up and took a seat across from

Ashton’s desk, and handed him a manila envelope. Then

recalled all the work Joseph had done for us all these years, I said, “Shouldn’t it be time for Mr. Campbell to

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