Chapter 1750
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1750 Does It Matter
I shook my head with a smile. As I continued peeling the apple, I said casually, âIf it was as easy as you
say, you wouldnât need to be so fearful of telling me the truth.â
Not one to be good with words, Joseph was stumped by my remark.
Anyway, I wasnât in a hurry to force him into telling me the truth. After peeling the apple, I handed it
over to him.
He took it and held it in his hand without the intention to eat it. Instead, he stared blankly into space,
visibly shaken by my words.
âIâm not trying to accuse you of anything. Iâm sure you have your reasons for keeping mum, and I
understand that. Still, I hope you can empathize with me. As both a wife and a lady, I donât want to and
I canât stay out of this matter. Tell Ashton that I will continue to muddy the waters until he can strike
when the opportunity arises.â
âI donât really understand what youâre trying to say, Mrs. Fuller.â Joseph furrowed his brows, his eyes
filled with concern.
I almost forgot that he was unconscious when I announced that I would join in. I gave a faint smile and
said, âItâs simple. As of now, youâre no longer Ashtonâs only right-hand man. I, as his wife, will be joining
you guys in running the business.â
âMr. Fuller wonât allow it,â Joseph expressed his doubts.
I put on an innocent look. âDoes it matter? What counts is that Nathaniel didnât object. If Iâm right, your
boss will not say no to any of Nathanielâs requests now, am I right?â
Joseph stared at me, not knowing what to say. Perhaps he had wanted to dissuade me from doing it,
but when he saw the look in my eyes, he could sense the change in me. In the end, he resigned
himself to hold his tongue.
Having achieved my goal, I left him for the time being and returned to see John, at the same time
allowing both Joseph and Ashton some space to exchange information.
When I pushed open the door to Johnâs ward, I saw that the nurse was busy packing up. John was
dressed in casual clothing with a jacket draped over his shoulder. Its sleeves hung loosely, covering his
hand that was in a cast. From the look of it, he was preparing to be discharged.
âWhatâs going on?â John had a broken. He would need to recuperate in the hospital for at least a
month. It was way too early to be discharged from the hospital.
The nurse stopped what she was doing and answered, âMr. Stovall ordered it. Also, the paperwork for
the discharge has been completed.â
âItâs all right. Just continue packing,â John instructed before walking over. Putting his hand over my
shoulder, he began cooking up excuses with a cheeky smile. âMy dear sister, Iâm someone who just
canât sit still, and you know that, right? At this rate, I would be mired in depression soon. Besides,
wouldnât I recover faster if I was happier? Just let me recuperate at home.â
I lifted my head and chuckled sarcastically, then a serious expression descended upon my face. âNo.â
âDidnât the doctor say that the first half a monthâs recovery is the most crucial? You still need to go
through a myriad of tests. How are you going to do them at home?â John had hurt his right hand
because of me. I wasnât going to allow anyone to interrupt the healing process unless the doctor
declared that it was crippled.
âIâll just come back every day for my check-up. No matter what, I just canât stand staring blankly at the
ceiling for another day in here,â John said slovenly.
âItâs still a no.â I felt bad as I looked at him. I knew how tormenting it was for someone who was used to
enjoying freedom to be cooped up in a ward. However, I had no other choice as I simply owed him too
much. As long as there was a sliver of hope, I would spare no effort in trying everything until his hand
had fully recovered.
âHow about I alternate between staying at the hospital and at home?â When he saw how persistent I
was, he put on a pitiful face in an attempt to elicit sympathy from me.
In spite of that, my solemn expression made it obvious that there was no room for negotiations. âDonât
think that I donât know you. Once you leave this place, thereâs no way I can force you to come back
here. Just bear with it for half a month, and donât get any funny ideas.â