Chapter 1792

Chapter 1792 Compassion

“Hey, Scarlett?” Emery suddenly blurted.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Thank you.”

I felt I didn’t deserve her gratitude because I didn’t confront Summer for her. I just wanted what was

best for Summer. “That’s unnecessary. Unlike Alexander, I can’t be deceived by your sweet gestures!” I

joked.

“Haha! Maybe you should learn a few tricks from me. That way, you can deceive Nathaniel and get him

to be more invested in you!” Emery started joking around as well.

“He’s already all over me!” I paused and continued, “However, I haven’t heard from him since

yesterday. I’m not sure what’s going on.”

“Be patient. He’ll surely come back for you. All we have to do now is wait,” Emery said convincingly.

“All right, I’ll wait. Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” I asked as I gazed at the full cart of

groceries.

“Are you cooking?”

“Yes, I am,” I answered firmly.

“Well, okay! I’ll see you later.”

I had prepared a variety of dishes for dinner. The kids were being supportive as well by eating more

than usual.

Since Emery was around, Audrey didn’t mention anything about Summer.

For the first time in so long, the atmosphere in the house was lively and warm again.

Late that night, the strong winter wind was blowing, slamming the windows every minute. I felt

incredibly troubled and was unable to sleep at all. I got up with my blanket wrapped around me and sat

by the window.

There was still a tiny flame in the fireplace. The wind blew the embers onto the nearby rug and turned

to ash.

Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrate.

I wondered who could be texting me at that late hour. Could it be Ashton?

Part of me was hoping it was him who texted. I got up quickly and fetched my phone.

It was Holden. He sent me a text through WhatsApp.

Drogawolf will be at Mr. Fuller’s suburbs tomorrow. Thanks to Mr. Fuller, I found out that the famous

Drogawolf is an extremely beautiful lady.

He could’ve just told me Ashton was going to meet up with a beautiful drug lord the next day.

I then replied to his text expressionlessly: What time? Where is Ashton now?

He texted me back almost instantly: It’s ten in the morning, at Silverwood Court villa. We should settle

the financial matters clearly. Have you decided on the terms you mentioned before, Ms. Stovall?

Five percent sure was a good rate! No wonder he was so anxious about it.

I replied: Not yet.

WhatsApp then showed that he was typing. But I didn’t receive a reply for a good long minute. Instead,

it showed that he was typing the whole time.

That whole time, it was like we were stuck in an awkward moment. While he was waiting for my

decision anxiously, I refused to give in. Neither of us wanted to be taken advantage of.

However, I didn’t want to miss out on Ashton’s schedule for the next day. So I texted him: Your share

will be sent to you soon.

Instantly, he replied: That’s good then.

As I stared at his reply, sorrow engulfed me. With the social status and fortune I had, I wouldn’t want to

lose the humane side of me.

Perhaps he had his reasons for doing so. But I was just grateful that I wasn’t that close to him.

Nevertheless, compassion was a must-have.

The next day, at eight-thirty in the morning, I was already waiting in the car at the entrance of

Silverwood Court.

Ashton’s car showed up fifteen minutes later. I waited for him to approach the entrance of the residence

before driving toward him at top speed. I stopped my car right in front of him.

Before he could react, I opened the door on the passenger side and got in his car. After that, I fastened

my seat belt immediately.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” Ashton yelled at me with annoyance.

“Whatever you’re going to do, I’m doing it as well. Just drive the car. I won’t cause you any trouble.”

Then, I leaned back and showed no intention of getting out.