When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 113


    “So… did you mean that I was the one who hurt myself?” I sneered.


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    “Letty, stop being so stubborn.” He was starting to get annoyed. “Do you think Zachary and Cameron


    are so generous to let you go after that dispute? Even if you are not afraid, have you thought about


    your baby?”


    I froze in disbelief. “You stalked me?”


    He pulled his eyebrows together and eximed, “No, I was just protecting you!”


    “Ha! Thank you for that!” I said sarcastically.


    Since he did not want to move his car, I had no choice but to move.


    He grabbed my arm and warned, “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, but your stubbornness will ruin you!”


    I was already in a bad mood, and there he was, making it worse. “You know what? I’d rather have it


    that way! Why can’t you just let me be? Why do you have to take my life away from me?” I let out.


    Those bad memories had already been buried deep within me, but with John’s appearance, they


    surfaced once again.


    I felt weak and vulnerable.


    Twenty-five years ago, in an alley within R Province, a lonely middle-ageddy picked up a baby. The


    two-month-old baby was crying desperately in hunger.


    She was a kinddy who decided to bring the baby back, fed her, and provided her with afortable


    ce to sleep. She wanted to hand her over to the police, but they said that there was no orphanage


    within the province. They could not keep the baby at the police station as well.


    Thus, the olddy had no choice but to bring the baby back home and raised her. She was a farmer


    with a meager sry that could not even afford to provide for herself – it was even worse with a kid.


    However, right at that time, an investor built arge factory in R Province and was opened to recruiting


    people of all ages.


    The sixty-year-olddy took the chance and applied for the job. Fifteen yearster, she was still


    working at the factory. Meanwhile, the little girl had grown up old enough to work as well.


    However, thedy was already seventy-five years old, and her body’s condition was deteriorating.


    To support the girl’s school fees for high school, the olddy volunteered to help raise the investor’s


    illegitimate son.


    The investor gave arge sum to the olddy and paid for the little girl’s school fees in exchange for it.


    That little girl was me, and John was that illegitimate son.


    I did not know his actual name. I knew him as John after I overheard grandma calling him that when he


    followed her back home.


    John’s arrival ruined my peaceful life. He was rebellious and often caused trouble. He used to lock me


    up in a cage and throw me into the pond.


    Those pranks were still bearable as he would always look for Grandma if I got hurt. Hence, Grandma


    would just let him be.


    The year of my college entrance exam, the factory was under investigation for emitting harmful


    pollutants. The investor wanted to n for an incident to ruin the factory as he did not want to take


    responsibility for the offense.


    One of the managers, Mr. Markle, overheard about it and objected. His major concern was that the


    toxic substances would be released into the surrounding area, causing serious health damage to the


    residents.


    The investor wanted to keep Mr. Markle quiet, so he offered him a hefty sum to get thetter to leave


    that ce. However, Mr. Markle strongly opposed and started a protest.


    Eventually, the investor was arrested for bribery. While that happened, his wife got a promotion in K


    City. To protect her reputation, she filed for a divorce and submitted all the evidence of his deed.


    After that, the investor was sentenced to jail, and his assets had all been confiscated. When all that


    happened, he could not handle the stress andmitted suicide.


    I only knew the investor was John’s father after that news and that his mother passed away due to lung


    cancer that same year he was brought home by Grandma.


    John was originally a pessimist. It got worse after his father’s death – he did not speak much anymore.


    Kids in the neighborhood would gather to beat him up while insulting his father.


    After that, John fell deeper into depression and stopped interacting with people.


    He started to kill stray cats and dogs, often breaking their legs and throwing them into the homes of


    those bullies. Not only that, but he would also poison some of those animals and pile them on the


    streets, leaving them to rot.