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

I nodded and took a deep breath. Having calmed down slightly, I asked Hannah, “Where are you now? Send me your address, and I’ll come over right away.”

“OK!’

After we’d ended the call, I found Ashton looking at me anxiously. “What’s going on?”

“I think Hannah’s going into labor. There’s no one with her right now, so I’m going over,” I said, already making a beeline to my wardrobe to change.

When I had finished, I saw Ashton waiting for me at the door with his car keys in hand.

I was startled but had no time to question him. We immediately got into the car and headed off towards the address Hannah had given.

On the way, I began dialing John. None of my calls were successful.

“Why isn’t John picking up?” I fretted.

Ashton continued driving, his eyes fixed serenely on the road. “Don’t get all flustered yet.”

I knew that I had to compose myself but couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. Hannah’s baby was only seven or eight months old. How can she suddenly be going into labor? Something must have gone wrong.

It was precisely at this crucial moment that John had chosen to go missing.

I considered briefly and decided to give Louis a call. It was quiet on his end of the line. Louis’ rich voice came through clearly. “Scarlett, what’s up?”

“Uncle Louis, where’s John? I think Hannah’s going into labor now. Can you reach him?” I asked hurriedly.

Louis paused, then said, “I’ll look into it. How’s Hannah doing?”

shook my head instinctively, then replied, “I’m still on my way over to her. I don’t

worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as

Ashton was speeding rather wildly down the roads. He

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

My car won’t be able to enter. I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his legs out and headed straight towards

lying in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked

she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted

hospital, Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I let

look at Ashton, only to see streaks of

his dreadful state. He then commented ruefully, “I’m fine! I’ll go back

chair along the hallway. I quickly clung to Ashton once I’d

terror from the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like a

“Don’t worry, nothing bad is going to

subsided, I remembered my original mission. I took out my phone and called John

a woman’s voice, however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower.

voice

John on the line,” I replied

silence on the other end for a while. “Are you

my voice hardened. “Get John on

stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower right now. I’ll be sure

I flung the phone away

survived that sudden bout of

the phone. He deftly extracted the memory card,

dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time