When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 348
“No, Scarlett, you don’t get it. You don’t know how much Ashton can drink. If he’s not drunk, he can
drink all the way until the sun rises. He’s causing harm to himself, but nothing Jared and I say can deter
him. If anything happens to him because of this, we can’t bear the responsibility!”
Joe described Ashton’s situation so vividly. I could feel the anxiety manifested in his tone.
I stood on the balcony, allowing the wind to blow softly against my face. Irritated, I spoke on the phone,
“If he can’t bother to take care of himself, then let him drink to death!”
“Scarlett…”
“Scarlett, are you a woman at all?” Apparently, Joe’s phone was snatched away by none other than
Ashton. He spoke to me in a strong nasal voice, obviously drunk.
“What’s that got to do with anything? Ashton, you go drinking at this hour and now you’re throwing
tantrums at me? How old do you think you are? Three?” The other side of the line might have been put
on speaker because Joe seemed to fly off the handle once I finished my rant.
He called out Ashton in a drawl, obviously in a teasing tone.
But Ashton probably shot him back an eerie look, thus the other end of the phone went quiet again.
I was really not in the mood to be dragged into this sort of nonsense, so I said, as casually as I could,
“Ashton if you’re doing fine, don’t call me! I’m hanging up!”
Before he could think of aeback, I hung up right away and turned off the phone for good measure.
That night, I could not sleep well, as per usual. I kept having nightmares. I finally managed to get some
sleep when dawn broke, and then Stacey called.
She could hear the exhaustion in my raspy voice. She asked, “Ms. Stovall, you didn’t sleep well, did
you?”
I affirmed her query, and then said, “Give me the address. I’ll be there soon!”
A throbbing headache assailed me. I got up and sat on the side of the bed for several moments before
regaining my senses.
After listening to the sound of my voice, Stacey paused and said, “Let’s do it this way! I’lle to pick
you up in a while, so you can catch a little bit more sleep. I’ll even bring you breakfast along the way!”
I wanted to reject her but she was faster. “Open the door for meter, okay? I’m hanging up. See you!”
And that was what she did.
Still in a daze, I checked my phone. Other than the bunch of missed calls from Ashtonst night, there
were no other messages or phone calls from anyone else.
When Stacey arrived, I was not in bed anymore but my head still hurt. It subsided after I swallowed
some pills.
She brought breakfast and, upon seeing the dark circles under my eyes, said, “How about you take a
rest for the day?”
I shook my head. “The Stovall family is throwing a banquet on Monday. John’s arranged a fitting
session for me but I kept ditching him. After we sort this out, I still have to get back to K City!”
She went quiet for a bit, her eyes darkened as she muttered a confusing choice of words, “I’m just
afraid that… things won’t go too well.”
And then she turned to me. “Come on, eat up!”
I nodded, my head still pounding terribly.
After leaving Glenwood Apartments, I experienced difort straight away. It was like being hounded
by a daunting aura, trapping me in an anxious state, on top of that pulsating headache. My mood was
at an all-time low.
I realized she was driving towards the suburbs. That raised some questions. “Why are we going to the
suburbs?”
She pressed her lips before replying, “I’m taking you to someone you’d want to meet!”
Someone I’d want to meet?
I ran ap in my head but nothing came up. I could not think of anyone I would want to meet who
stayed in the suburbs.
Turning to her, I prompted, “Who, exactly?”
She did not answer. It was another half-hour drive before we came to a stop in the parking lot of a
cemetery.
I had been to this cemetery many times in the past. Grandma and George were buried here, so I was
quite familiar with this ce.
She got down from the car, bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums from the entrance, and handed it to
me. “Take this!”
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Then, she dragged me into the cemetery.
My mind was still buzzing, not quite getting why she had brought me here, of all ces. “Is it one of
your friends, or someone in your family? After we pay our respects, where are we going next?”
She was walking in front of me. In a low voice, she said, “Probably Mr. Harrison, but they should be
here today.”
“What for?” She led me a little more ways into the cemetery before stopping in front of a tombstone in
the back row.
I froze as my gaze fell on the tombstone. My thoughts came to an abrupt stop as an epiphany struck.
The chrysanthemums in my hand fell to the ground.
I stared at the ck-and-white photo and epitaph on the tombstone in disbelief.
I shot a nce at Stacey, suppressing the pain and shock growing in my heart, my voice trembling as I
eximed, “Is this a prank?”
She pursed her lips and, when she spoke, her words bring no mercy, “Do you think this is a prank?”
I looked at the tombstone again and examined the ck-and-white photo. Hereid the one person I
was most familiar with, the closest friend I had ever had!
I could clearly see that she was buried on September 28. It was around the time of my ident. How
could she…
I shook my head, still unwilling to ept the matter of her death. Angrily, I confronted Stacey. “I don’t
understand why you have to do this to me. But I’m quite certain I haven’t done you wrong in any way.
Don’t you think this is too much, even for you?”