Chapter 658
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
âBy the time old Mr. Fuller and Ashton returned to their country, theyâd offended many illegal
businessmen in the region, and the plot to assassinate the Fullers came into being. While they were
being hunted, they were forced to pawn everything they owned just to make it back. That necklace
belonged to Ashtonâs grandmother. George Fuller kept it with him all these years. Mr. Abe learned of
this and used the high sentimental value of the necklace to lure Ashton to Venria.â
I was able to venture a pretty good guess as to how the rest of the story went.
Abe used the necklace as bait to get Ashton to his territory.
The appearance of me and my value to Ashton was a stroke of dumb luck.
Ashton would never have guessed that I was here, and Abe would never have guessed the relationship
between Ashton and me.
Danny rose to his feet when I did not speak. âWhat else would you like to know?â he asked lightly.
âWhat is the relationship between Armond and Mr. Abe?â
âTheyâre business partners.â
âKyanine?â I asked, suddenly frightened.
âOur product is mostly exported to Western Europe,â Danny smiled coldly. âNot much to Chanaea.â
âWhat are they partners on, then?â
âJades.â
I nearly forgot. Venria exported an astounding variety of gemstones.
We relapsed back into silence. At his readiness to leave, I didnât feel like asking any more questions.
As he was about to exit the room, I said, âI would like to see Mr. Abe.â
Danny nodded and left the room.
True to his word, Abe appeared the following morning.
His tall frame cast a long shadow over my bed. âYou wanted to see me?â he asked, looking at me in an
odd manner. It was calculating but cold at the same time.
I nodded and sat up. âYou promised me once, that if I did as you said, you would let my friends go.â
Abe raised his eyebrows in derision. âYour friends?â he repeated with a laugh. âYou still think your life is
worth four of theirs?â
âYes, because Ashton cares about me!â I answered, my eyes fixed upon his.
Abe grunted and absentmindedly tore up a leaf from the potted plant. âAre you his wife?â Abe asked,
squinting at me. âUnder these circumstances, shouldnât you be more concerned for his life over the
lives of others?â
He paused. âUnless youâre so confident in his abilities that you think he will get out of this alive.â
âNo matter which it is, you canât go back on your word,â I said fiercely.
Abe laughed madly for an instant. âYou have yourself a deal.â
âTake care of the ladies,â Abe instructed Dante. âWhen sheâs healed, send them back unharmed.â
âYes, Sir!â Dante answered.
I was away from K City for several months without being in touch with Ashton. I had wanted to leave,
but I knew deep down that I was unable to bear a child with him.
I chose to leave and held on to the hope that with time, he would meet a girl worthy of him to bear his
children.
But I have never expected to have run into him amidst my soul-searching trips.
It was an accident, but a coincidental one.
I sighed in despair. How am I supposed to keep traveling down this path without making mistakes?
Thankfully, my bones and arteries were unharmed and I began to feel like myself again only after a few
days, though it hurt when I occasionally touched it. It was a gunshot wound, after all. It will leave a
mark.
But it wasnât unbearable.
Abe kept his word as well. On the day of my discharge, Danny was there to pick me up to return to the
villa.
Before I could say anything, Dante initiated. âMs. Stovall, arenât you planning on visiting your friends?â
I did, of course. âItâs time that they went home,â I said with a nod.
As we made our way through the long operating theatre, I saw Nora through the glass room. After days
of being locked away from sunlight, she looked haggardly and frail. Her mass of hair was shockingly
white as well.
Nora and the rest seemed indifferent to see me. Being used to the life in the theatre, they barely
glanced up at me before closing their eyes again, as if theyâd never known me.
My heart ached when I saw that. âWhat happened to them?â I asked Dante.
Dante cast an eye over them. âAll the women who come here will become this way; this isnât unusual.â
I was unable to breathe. âDidnât you say that you would take good care of them?â I asked in a low
voice.
âHah!â Dante laughed coldly. âWe are taking care of them by letting them live. If you hadnât bargained
for their lives, you would be looking at a pile of corpses now.â
I was at a loss for words, despite the rage in my heart.
âRelease them!â I ordered.
Dante didnât speak but raised his hand in a gesture toward the man guarding their door.
He opened the door and helped the lifeless women to their feet.