Chapter 220
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Marcus sneered. His voice turned ice-cold as he continued, âHeâs gone crazy looking for Scarlett?
What do you take us for? Idiots?â
âMarc!â Sally said angrily, âWatch your tongue!â
âMy tongue?â Marcus snorted. âThe best way to hide a misdeed is not to commit it. Go back and tell
Ashton that Scarlett doesnât need him. And tell him to stay away from her!â
Sally realized there was no way to communicate with Marcus, so she took my hand and said, âLetty, if
for some reason youâre not willing to see Ashton, then come back with me. Donât stay here. Marc is an
unmarried man, while you are a married woman. This is K City. People talk. If youâre caught by
someone with ill intentions, think of what itâll do to the Fullers and the White familyâs name!â
âHo!â Marcus scoffed, âFamily name? Oh, now you bring it up! Havenât you done enough damage to the
Fullers and the White family? What? Are you here to put the blame on us?â
Those words hit Sally like a hard slap on the face, rendering her speechless.
I was not in a good state of mind. I pushed Sallyâs arms away and, unable to answer or add anything to
their argument, I ran towards the residential entrance.
Sally called out to me from behind. She wanted to give chase, but Marcus stopped her. âThatâs enough.
Do you think the Fullers havenât hurt her enough? Her baby died two months ago, on the night of
Ashton and Rebeccaâs engagement. He died from suffocation. Where were you all then? Where were
all of you when she was locked in a warehouse, struggling to escape? Her babyâs dead. The Scarlett
you know is dead too. Now, she wants nothing to do with the Fullers.â Marcusâ booming voice echoed
in the night.
I froze in place when my eyes took in the figure standing in front of me. It was Ashton. Under the night
sky, his eyes appeared red, while agony crossed his face.
Behind me came Marcusâ angry voice. âYou go back and tell Ashton to stay far away from her, or Iâll
beat him into a pulp each time I see him.â
Ashton had his eyes locked on me as he approached me, one step at a time. I could not move away.
Once again, the searing pain in my heart caused my whole body to tremble.
âWhat happened to the baby?â He spoke, his voice lowered to the extremes. Indescribable emotions
rose to the surface.
I opened my mouth but could not utter a single word.
Marcus caught up to us. When he saw Ashton, his face was overcome by fury. âThe babyâs dead. He
couldnât be born in time, so he died from suffocation. Are you satisfied with the answer now, Ashton?â
âShut up!â Ashton barked at him, his eyes still reddened. He directed his gaze towards me and, with
restrained emotions, he uttered, word by word, âScarlett, tell me, what happened to the baby?â
I wanted to speak, but the whole thing was too painful to be put into words, so I could only look at him
in a daze.
After a long while, I breathed in deeply and spat out the two words that could potentially cost me my
life, âHeâs dead!â
Ashtonâs tall form took a step back, seeming to have lost his balance. He looked at me with a faint
glimmer glinting in his dark eyes.
I knew he was crying.
We canât be crying all the time. If we suffer but flesh wounds, there is nothing to cry about. If we cry, let
it be because of sorrow.
That was what he used to tell me.
I had been locking away my emotions, and it was making me feel horrible. My head was starting to feel
dizzy. Realizing that the situation was getting from bad to worse, I reached out a hand to hold onto
Marcus and whispered to him, âGet me out of here!â
Marcusâ eyes darkened when he noticed something was off. He promptly carried me into the residence
and got me home.
He passed me my medicine, which I swallowed, and brought me to the bed. He stuck around to
console me, âDonât overthink it. They arenât blaming you. They just donât know what youâve been
through. â
I did not speak. Tears began to flow down my cheeks uncontrollably.
Life is too hard!
Time passed slowly. I could not fall asleep. At two oâclock in the small hours, Marcus received a call.
Benjamin Whiteâs condition had taken a turn for the worse, and he was sent to the ER.
Before Marcus left for the hospital, he worried about my being alone. He placed a phone next to me
and gave his instructions, âGet some sleep. Call me if thereâs anything. I have stored Macy and
Jacksonâs phone numbers in there. If you canât sleep, call up Jackson and have a chat with him.â
I nodded and gave him a faint smile, âYou should get going. Drive safe!â
He nodded and left in a hurry.
My insomnia had been a common occurrence in the past few months. In the beginning, I relied on
drugs to fall asleep, but consuming too much of them would be detrimental to my health.
Marcus worried that I would be too dependent on the antidepressants if I take them too often, so he
would only let me take them when my emotions were beyond control.
At the moment, it was dark outside. The lamp on the bedside table was dim. I stared at the ceiling, my
head still a little dizzy.
Rumble! Suddenly, thunder roared outside. The residence was a tall building with a wide view, with the
curtains currently drawn open. One after another, bolts of lightning flashed. The scene was especially
horrifying.
Before long, the heavy rain came pouring down. As the storm crackled outside, I closed my eyes, trying
to force myself to sleep.
But the more I wanted to sleep, the more I could not. Bolts after bolts of lightning lit up the room.
Devastated, I rose and got out of bed.
I headed to the balcony and pulled the curtains close. Then, I turned back and went to bed. But along
the way, I accidentally tripped over the chaise lounge and fell onto the ground.