When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 367
Inparison, peace and harmony were what’s best.
That night, I stayed at Glenwood Apartments and had a pretty good night’s sleep. I didn’t even hear
Summer crying from hunger in the middle of the night.
It was only the following day when Jackson asked me if Summer’s crying had bothered me that I found
out.
I shook my head and yawned. “After breakfast,” I said as I looked at him, “remember to apany me
to the hospital.”
Jackson rolled his eyes. “Don’t even think about it. You broke it off for four months; how could you show
up when you want to.”
Nick was done in the kitchen. He emerged, d in a tailor-made suit, and looked very dashing. When
Jackson and I came out, he said, “I’ll go into the office in a while. It’s a busy time as we took on some
new projects. Here’s some breakfast for you and Summer.”
I nodded and noticed that he slid an egg very carefully onto Jackson’s te. I felt curious. How did they
end up together?
Nick caught me looking. “Doesn’t look appetizing?” he said.
I shook my head and changed the subject. “Did John leave a youngdy at yourpany?”
Jackson pondered for a moment. “Are you referring to the one called Yvonne?”
“That’s her.” I nodded.
Jackson paused to take a sip of milk. “I don’t know what’s going on right now with them. John told me
that it was your intention, so I took her in.”
What?
When did I say such a thing?
Jackson saw me frown. “It’s her first day today. Do you want me to keep an eye on her?”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” I replied. “I was just curious.”
Nick was in a hurry; he left shortly afterward. Jackson and I had some breakfast, and I pestered him
again to take me to the hospital.
An hourter, we were at the gynecologist’s consultation room.
Jackson held Summer as I sat opposite the doctor’s office. I asked sheepishly, “Doctor, it was four
months since I delivered my child. Since she died, I couldn’t produce any more milk. Is it still possible to
breastfeed now?”
The gynecologist was a woman of fifty or so. She cast a nce to Jackson at my side and the child in
his arms, and said, “Under normal circumstances, that would be impossible. Of course, there is a small
chance to, as many new mothers are able to breastfeed up to six months after delivery. But it all
depends on the individual.”
After a brief pause, she continued. “We don’t rmend that you go for specialized therapy, but you
could let your husband give it a go. Usually, abination of diet and sexual stimtion is enough to
inducectation.”
It took a while for the full meaning of her words to register on me. I blushed furiously and was about to
retort but I stopped myself. Instead, I chose to disregard that part. “What do I have to pay attention to in
my diet?”
“Consume food that encourages breast milk secretion, look up herbal remedies as well. I don’t have
any for sale, but I could write you a prescription for the ingredients. Other people prefer massages, but
we won’t rmend you doing that. It’s been four months for you; if the masseuse is overly heavy-
handed, they could damage your mammary nds. Your husband could give you a hand with that. And
let your child keep trying. The pressure from her suction won’t hurt you.”
At that, she bent over and wrote my prescription. After handing it to me, she added, “This process
would require positivity and decent sleep to work. Make sure you get plenty of those!”
I nodded, still flushed in the face. After thanking the gynecologist, we departed the hospital.
Jackson was still holding Summer. He let out a cough and he turned to me. “This will take a toll on your
body. Summer has been on milk powder for three months, and other than being slightly frail for her
age, she doesn’t appear unhealthy. Should we just forgo this?”
Studying the prescription, I pursed my lips. “Summer is my child. If I am able to breastfeed her, why
shouldn’t I? We owe it to her to try. You wouldn’t want her to be sickly when she gets older, would you?”
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Jackson nodded. “Be that as it may, but the doctor said that it could harm you. Four months is a pretty
long time. It would be difficult to start again after that long.”
“Let’s go,” I said, in an effort to end the conversation. I reached over and took Summer from his arms
and got into the car.
Jackson got into the driver’s seat, clearly unsatisfied with the way our chat was going. But something
on the outside caught his eye and he froze.
I followed his gaze and saw a woman dressed in a hospital gown outside of the patient’s ward. She
was walking alongside a man in a ck suit. He had a cold-looking demeanor.
It was clear that he had just visited the woman at the hospital, and was apanying her for a walk
around the hospital grounds.
Jackson looked over at me. “What’s the situation now between you and Ashton?”
I mmed the car door shut and watched the couple return to the hospital. “Contemting divorce.”
Jackson frowned. “Because of him and Reba?”
I frowned back at him. “Isn’t that enough?”
He started the car without another word. After a period of silence, he said, “If you still care about each
other, you should talk it out. Divorce is too rash.”
I didn’t respond. Looking back out at the hospital, they were nowhere to be found. Ashton had already
escorted Reba back in.
“Let’s go! We have a herbal recipe to prepare,” I said, with as much calmness as I could muster.
It’s been so many years; I’m numb to these feelings. Even anger is unnecessary at this point.