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?”

“I’m still on my way

my dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as

the roads. He wrinkled his brow

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

enter. I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his legs out and

the yard with a puddle of blood

sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead

only then that I let out the breath I’d been holding

turned back to look at Ashton, only to see streaks of blood all over his body.

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

trembling slightly from the shock, and I crumpled onto a chair along

last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over

embraced me, consoling, “Don’t worry, nothing

original mission. I took out my phone and called

that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower. Please call him again

voice

John on the line,” I replied

other end for a while.

voice hardened.

displeasure. She stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the

I flung the phone away from me without even

hardy and survived that sudden bout of violence,

up and retrieved the phone. He deftly extracted the

Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time at