When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1447

Chapter 1447

“Okay,” I replied without much hesitancy.

Marcus, who had been silent all this time, also expressed his sentiment. “I’ll go too.”

I paused and turned to Joseph to seek his opinion.

Apparently, it was no issue as Joseph slightly nodded his head, so all of us bundled in and left together.

We saw the sirens roar pass when we turned at the intersection. I guess the police must have beenalerted by some passers-by.

…..

Joseph led Marcus and I to an old mansion that appeared to boast a real sense of history behind it.

Anyone with some understanding of real estate would know that the value of heritage sites could not bemeasured in its modern monetary worth. Only the cream of the crop would be able to reside in placeslike that.

Inside the living room, Ashton and that Hall woman sat across from each other. The atmosphereappeared somber.

Gregory was fiddling with a tablet in another part of the room, deliberately incognizant to what washappening on this end.

We were ushered to Ashton’s side. “They’re here, Mr. Fuller. Ran into some trouble with some peoplewho tried to abduct them along the way, but my men and I managed to get there in time.”

“Understood,” Ashton replied plainly before he raised his head. His cold eyes swept past Marcus andfell right upon me.

I would consider myself acquainted with Ashton to a certain extent, but not so much with that woman. Iregarded her as briefly as I would any stranger that I passed on the street.

Her disquiet did not elude me.

She reacted to me as though she had just seen a ghost. Her eyes were peeled wide open, face whiteas a sheet. “You… You’re alive?”

After my encounters with Alexander and Emery, this sort of response did not faze me anymore.

It would seem that many thought that I should not still be existent in this world.

How Alexander and Emery straddled joy and sincere relief upon discovering me similarly came acrossas a surprise.

This woman’s reaction, though, was reminiscent of Rebecca’s.

Be it Rebecca or this wildly expressive socialite before me, I understood the insinuations hidden withintheir words. You ought to be dead!

I had no impressions of her whatsoever. But judging from the conversation I overheard and herphysical resemblance to Ashton, I understood that they were family. Hence, I maintained a basic levelof cordiality. “Ms. Hall.”

She clutched at her own chest in a dramatic mixture of astonishment, panic, and disbelief, as thoughshe was suffering a cardiac arrest. “You… You…”

Not a single line was uttered before she got her emotions in check and regarded Ashton calmly. “It’sjust someone who looks like her. The real Scarlett’s dead. That has been established even by thepolice. You’ve been fooled, my dear brother.”

The woman sounded so certain; she did not seem at all worried about flaws in her narrative.

Indeed, everything pertaining to the one who was declared deceased had been destroyed. There wasnothing left that could be used to expose her.

As she was his kin, even a fool would know who Ashton would trust between the two of us. The factthat he allowed his own son to take the name of the Hall family was a case-in-point.

Gregory was preoccupied with the screen in his hands and only noticed me when the maid brought himsome water. He sprung to life and immediately tried to run toward me with tablet in hand. Unfortunately,he was held back by the maid, who was concerned that he might disturb his own father, who was in themidst of some serious talk.

“I want to play with you, Ms. Stovall!” the boy shouted as he fought to free himself from the maid’sgrasp, shattering the silence in the otherwise quiet living room.

The maid grew increasingly anxious, as though the boy’s cry had just gotten her into major trouble. Shekept trying to call for restraint from the young master of the house.

I could only speak out comfortingly, “Be a good boy, Greg, and wait there. I’ll come over to you whenwe’re done here!”

Gregory pursed his lips in reluctance but pliantly lowered his head. “Okay. I’ll stay put. You have tocome quickly, Ms. Stovall!”

An obedient and gentle child was especially endearing.

While the living room fell back into silence as soon as Gregory did, the mood had only grownconsiderably more awkward.