Chapter 996
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
After some thought, he asked, âI have some recollection of her. How did you get in touch with her?â
âActually, she looked for me. We already knew each other after meeting on a few occasions. Now, Iâm
worried about Summer. What if Armond betrays me after Summer gets the kidney from Amy? Weâre
not the only ones who need to bear the consequences. My parents will be dragged into this mess as
well. I canât let Summerâs affairs disrupt their newfound peace.â
Though Summerâs situation wouldnât involve something as heinous as murder, as in Haileyâs case, it
would be hard to predict Armondâs actions after the operation. He forced me down this path, claiming
we wouldnât be able to proceed with a normal, legal operation. But he could always turn around and
threaten us with Amyâs existence. If he fabricates a story to the press, itâll be a huge blow to the
reputation of the Fullers and the Moores.
I looked at Ashton, whoâd pursed his lips as if in deep thought. He looked at me and said, âI think we
should postpone Summerâs operation and follow the legal procedure. We shouldnât touch Amy if we
can. You should also look out for your parents. Iâll do my best to find a suitable donor ASAP. Iâm sorry,
but I think Summer will have to wait a while longer.â
I frowned slightly. Though this went against every instinct I had as a parent, I nodded and agreed with
Ashton. I couldnât drag two whole families into the mud to satisfy my own wishes.
âWeâll stick with our original plan then. Try not to give away too much information to anyone else.â He
then pulled out his phone and called Joseph.
He seemed to be discussing some matters about Moranta with Joseph. I wasnât in the mood to worry
about such things. My mind was fixated on my proposed visit to the hospital with Brandon tomorrow.
The next day, Ashton rushed to Moranta on company business. He had left in a hurry, saying that there
were problems at a few ports in Moranta that were recently acquired by the Fuller Corporation.
I stayed in A City to continue working on Summerâs affairs.
Brandon sent me a text containing the address of the hospital as well as our meeting time. Before I left,
I gave Cameron a call. She sounded like sheâd barely slept the night before. She answered in a hoarse
tone, âScarlett, whatâs going on?â
âMom, do we have the results of Amyâs health checkup? Did the doctor mention when they can arrange
for the operation?â
âNot yet, I think the results will only be out at noon. Yesterday, the doctor told us that they couldnât find
her personal information. They need to log her identification details in the hospitalâs system before they
can carry out the operation. Could you contact her parents and get them to send her information over?
If itâs possible, we can send someone to bring them here so they can sign off on the operation,â
Cameron said, sounding exhausted.
I paused for a moment before answering her. âMom, Amy doesnât have any form of identification. Her
parents had eight children and she was the only one who wasnât registered. If they need that
information, itâs going to take a long time to iron out all the paperwork, and Summerâs operation is going
to be delayed. This was something I overlooked at the beginning. I was hoping you could help me find
a solution.â
My answer stunned her. âShe doesnât have any form of identification? They have eight kids; how could
they just forget about one of them? What about her future? Oh dear, we need to think of something
quickly. How about you ask Boris to bring her home? We can give them some money and get her
registered.â
I mumbled an agreement and hung up.
Amyâs lack of an official identity wasnât the only problem at hand. I couldnât elaborate on my plans to
investigate Armond, so I could only delay the operation with this excuse.
Even if Summer needed that operation, we had to follow the legal procedure. If we committed to an
illegal operation, weâd be inviting trouble for ourselves in the future.
After I hung up, I took a car ride to the address that Brandon had given me. The car came to a stop at a
large factory located just outside the suburbs.
I was surprised when I saw the deserted building. This isnât a hospital. Itâs more like some abandoned
factory!
There was an elderly man in the security booth near the gates of the factory. As I walked toward him to
ask about my location, my phone rang with a call from Brandon.
As soon as I picked up, he said, âJust come in. You donât need to ask him anything. He has Alzheimerâs
and canât remember a thing.â
Taken aback, I turned and saw the elderly man smiling at me. I returned his smile and walked into the
factory grounds. Just like Brandon had mentioned over the phone, there was a two-story house behind
the factory. He asked me to wait for him outside.
He came down five minutes later. He opened the metal doors to the house. He wore a leather jacket
over his floral print shirt, though his protruding belly made for a rather unflattering display. He looked
around behind me and confirmed that I was alone. He arched a brow in mild surprise. âMs. Stovall, I
thought youâd at least have some company. I didnât expect you to really come here alone.â