When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 7


    It was an hour’s journey from the vi to the Fullers’ family home. Throughout the entire hour, I felt like I


    was in a daze.


    My mind was flooded with thoughts about the child in Reba’s belly and the look in Ashton’s eyes


    before he left. I couldn’t seem to draw enough air into my lungs.


    My chest tightened, and just as the car pulled to a stop in front of the Fullers’ family home, a wave of


    nausea washed over me. I rushed out of the car and retched on the flowerbed for a long time, unable to


    throw up.


    “It seems like being Mrs. Fuller has made you fragile, seeing that you’ve almost vomited after a short


    car ride.” A sharp and distasteful voice sounded out from the front door of the house.


    I didn’t need to look to know who it was. George had two sons. The elder one was Christopher Fuller,


    who had died in a car ident along with his wife years ago, leaving his only son, Ashton, behind.


    George’s second son was Charlie Fuller.


    At that moment, the one mocking me outside the family home was Uncle Charlie’s wife, Helen rke.


    There were many internal feuds within wealthy families, so I had already gotten used to this.


    I suppressed the difort in my stomach as I stared at Helen, greeting her politely. “Aunt Helen.”


    Helen had always disliked me. Perhaps she was jealous that I was favored by George despiteing


    from a poor background, or perhaps she was disgruntled because George had valued Ashton so much


    that he handed the reigns of this household to him. Given the context, she could have been venting out


    her anger on me.


    She cast an icy nce at me before gazing behind me. Upon noticing there was no one else inside the


    car, her expression darkened. “What? Ashton, the favorite grandson, didn’t even show up for his


    grandfather’s funeral?”


    There would be many guests here today, so Ashton’s absence was indeed uneptable. I lifted my


    lips into a smile and gave her a perfunctory reply. “An important issue has arisen, so Ashton might run


    late.”


    “Haha!” Helen sneered. “This is the person whom my father-inw has ced all his hope on. I wonder


    what he saw in him.”


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    The Fullers were an influential family, so many people attended the funeral to pay their respects.


    Although Helen was repulsed by me, for the sake of appearances, she didn’t make things too difficult


    for me.


    We entered the family home together. George’s casket was in the middle of the hall where some white


    flowers were arranged on top of it.


    Many people entered, one after the other, all d in ck mourning attire. George was well-known, so


    those who came to offer their respects were all from outstanding backgrounds. Charlie and Helen


    greeted them outside, while I greeted them inside the hall.


    “Ms. Stovall.” Mrs. Eriksen strode toward me with a sandalwood box in hand.


    “Mrs. Eriksen, what’s wrong?” The Fuller family wasn’t all thatplicated despite being a wealthy


    family because there weren’t many descendants. George had always preferred a life of peace and


    sce and had only hired Mrs. Eriksen to take care of him.


    Mrs. Eriksen ced the sandalwood box in my hands with a sympathetic expression on her face. “This


    was left to you by Mr. Fuller before he passed on. Keep it safe.”


    She paused briefly before continuing, “Mr. Fuller was aware that Mr. Ashton would possibly force you


    into a divorce upon his demise. If you don’t want that to happen, give this box to him. Once he sees it,


    he’ll think twice before divorcing you.”


    I dipped my head to look at the square-shaped box in my hand. It was secured with a hidden lock.


    ncing at Mrs. Eriksen, I asked in puzzlement, “Where is the key?”


    “Mr. Fuller already gave it to Mr. Ashton.” Mrs. Eriksen studied me as she advised, “You’ve lost a lot of


    weight recently. You should take care of your health. Mr. Fuller has always hoped that you and Mr.


    Ashton would have a healthy son together so that there would be an heir to the family. Now that Mr.


    Fuller is gone, don’t let the family bloodline end with the two of you.”


    At the mention of a child, I was taken aback for a while. Then, I offered Mrs. Eriksen a smile, deciding


    not toment any further on it.


    After the prayers, Grandpa’s casket would be brought to the cemetery for burial. It was already noon


    when we arrived, but Ashton still hadn’t shown up.


    Ashton had yet to make an appearance even after the funeral was over. Charlie soon approached me


    with Helen on his arm as he urged to me, “Letty, your Grandpa George won’t being back ever


    again. Go and tell Ashton to stop holding a grudge against his grandfather——the old man doesn’t owe


    him anything.”