Chapter 1658

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1658

He hung up and patted me on the shoulder gently. “Don’t worry. The doctors are near and will be here

soon.”

I leaned against Ashton as I watched the footage of everything happening in the church, terrified that I

would accidentally miss something.

Marcus’ eyes were fluttering open and closed weakly. It was as if he was about to fall asleep soon.

“You’re actually crying for me for once. Even your voice sounds different from how much you’re crying.

What if I can’t remember what you sound like?”

Camelia turned around and looked at him through the veil. “No, no. Just hold on for a while longer.

Someone will be coming, soon, so please…”

“Scar…” Marcus whispered weakly. His gaze was already beginning to go out of focus, and he reached

out feebly, trying to take off her veil. “C-Can I take your veil off? After that, w-we’ll be married. Then,

you’ll be my wife officially. It’s okay, even if no one knows it happened. I-I just want to take another look

at you. Is that okay?”

“Y-Yes! Okay! As long as you stay awake, anything is fine!”

Her tears slipped through the gap between the veil and fell on the corner of his eye. The heat of her

tear dissolved against the pallor of his skin.

“Y-You’re the best…”

His hand abruptly fell to the ground and collapsed against the vibrant edge of Camelia’s dress.

Marcus closed his eyes for the last time.

That one tear was the closest he had ever gotten to the person he loved.

Camelia went crazy with grief. Her entire body racked with sobs as she held him closer, and no matter

how much we talked to her, she didn’t let go.

“Marcus is gone. Please let us bring him back.”

“H-He’s not dead! He’s just sleeping. He’s waiting to open my veil. He hasn’t even said he l-loves me,

so he can’t die. Not yet.”

We failed to save Marcus, even with all the medical equipment on hand.

The funeral was scheduled to be three days later and was settled by both of us. Camelia just locked

herself at home and didn’t show up.

After the funeral ended, I personally sent Tobias home.

The door wasn’t locked, and I opened the door to bring Tobias in only to see a completely empty

house.

Now that its owner was gone, it was basically deserted.

A steady layer of dust had already gathered on the floor. Clear footsteps were left behind as we walked

in. It seemed like the maids had been laid off for quite a while.

I finally found Camelia in the master bedroom. She was still dressed in the wedding dress from three

days ago and was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows as she hugged Marcus’ favorite suit

tightly.

“Mommy?” Tobias said quietly as he frowned, his little face full of concern and worry.

I let go of him, and he scurried over to stand in front of Camelia. His small hands nudged her arm

cautiously. “Mommy, what’s wrong?”

Camelia didn’t respond. It was as if she was already lost in her own world.

Tobias looked at me for help.

I walked in and said a little bit louder, “Camelia? Can you hear me? I’ve brought your son back home.”

Just the same as before, she remained as still as a statue, to the point where it looked like she had

become one with the floor.

“Who’s there?”

I suddenly heard a voice behind me and thought I was hallucinating, so it took me a second before I

actually turned around.

A woman in a tight-fitting dress was standing by the door. She looked to be quite a lot older than me

and was looking at us in confusion. Judging from her demeanor, she seemed to be quite benevolent

and easygoing.

“I’m a friend of the owner of this house. Who, might I ask, may you be?”

She was decked out in rather expensive accessories, so she couldn’t have been just a normal

citizen. Maybe she’s one of Marcus’ relatives.

Camelia might have been the mother of Marcus’ child, but they never got officially married, nor did they

ever get their marriage certificate. Without a name to their relationship, it was only normal that the

related departments would contact Marcus’ relatives instead.

“Ah, one of Marcus’ friends? I’ve never heard Camelia bring you up.” The woman’s gaze was clear, and

she was obviously a determined, no-nonsense person. Without waiting for my response, she

introduced herself. “I’m Camelia’s mother.”

As she spoke, she walked toward Camelia and lifted her arm up in an attempt to help her stand.

However, due to her age, it was quite hard for her to do so.

I quickly walked toward Camelia and reached out to help her mother lift her up. Together, we finally

managed to move Camelia from the floor to the bed.