When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 475
Nodding, Summer passed the desserts she’d picked out to Ashton and said softly, “Mr. Fuller, let’s go
home. Mommy’s upset.”
Ashton’s knowing gaze had never left me though he had yet to utter a single word.
Jared, on the other hand, appeared unconcerned over Kristina’s feelings. His whole attention was on
Summer. He had been trying to start a conversation with her even until we had already exited the
restaurant.
Indifferently, we bid them farewell as we boarded the car. Summer fell asleep soon after.
When we stopped at a red light, Ashton reached out and held my hand. “Are you feeling better now?”
Slightly surprised, I shrugged. “I felt better a long time ago.”
He smiled gently. “So, what did Kristina say to piss you off?”
He lowered his gaze and stared at my hand. He appeared to be suppressing hisughter as he asked,
“Does it hurt?”
“I’m the one who pped her. Why would I be hurt?” I removed my hand from his hold as I recalled
Kristina’s words. I couldn’t help my gaze as it traveled towards Ashton’s lower body.
Apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Ashton narrowed his eyes as he asked doubtfully, “What’s
going on?”
Aware that my staring was inappropriate, I quickly turned my gaze away. After some thought, I asked,
“Did y-you take it out yet?”
He appeared shocked at the question, and it took him a moment before he was able topose
himself. The light turned green, and he began to drive forward. “Yes?” he answered confusedly.
Four years ago he had a vasectomy. I haven’t been with him for four years; I wouldn’t know if he’d
reversed it or not.
Based on Kristina’s words, maybe he hadn’t reversed the vasectomy. This then became fodder for the
rumors that were swirling around.
“Take what out again?” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, a questioning gaze in his eyes.
Blushing, I said, “The vasectomy clips. Did y-you take them out?”
His shock soon morphed intoughter. He looked at me with his brows raised. “If you want to have
kids, I’d be happy to remove them.”
My brain stuttered as I pouted. So, did he take them out or not?
“You’ll be infertile if you keep the clips on for too long!” Four years was a long time. I didn’t know if
his fertility was already affected.
Heughed lightly. “Don’t worry. Your husband is a healthy man. If you really want to have kids, I’ll be
up for it too. Any number is good.”
I didn’t want to continue bantering with him over this. Adopting a serious tone, I said, “Let’s make an
appointment tomorrow and get the clips removed.”
Even if we’re destined to leave each other in the end, I don’t want him to ruin his chances of ever
having kids in the future.
He looked at me andughed. “We’re not in a rush to have kids.”
In the end, we didn’t manage to arrange for an appointment to reverse Ashton’s vasectomy due to his
busy schedule.
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But little did I expect that I was the first person to be notified about Nancy’s death.
It was the end of September when the autumn rains came frequently. I rarely left the house as I was
busy preparing for my exams.
When I received the text, I was surprised. It was a short one: Turn on the TV. Wait for her death.
The message seemed like nothing more than a horrid prank.
I frowned and switched off my phone, turning my attention back to my revision.
Suddenly Stacey called, stumbling over her words. “Was it Mr. Fuller?”
I knitted my brows in confusion. What does she mean by that?
“What happened?”
As if sensing my confusion, she replied, “Nancy was apparently murdered in her own home. The police
are investigating now. I heard that it was an ugly scene.”
I was paralyzed with shock. My hands, however, seemed to move on their own ord as they closed
my books and switched on the TV.
News of Nancy’s death was being reported on every channel.
“Isn’t Mr. Fuller with you?” Stacey asked.
I frowned and recalled the first thing she’d blurted to me when I answered her call. I answered coolly,
“Ashton wouldn’t stoop to such a level.”
She probably heard the anger in my tone and quickly apologized.
People change. She’d spent so much time in the murky waters of the business world that she’d
be a ruthless woman.
Now though, we no longer crossed paths. I hung up and looked at the text I’d received earlier.
The call didn’t connect when I dialed the number listed as the sender of the text. I pondered for a
moment and decided to call Ashton.
The call went through, and I heard some background noises. It sounded like he was in the middle of a
meeting. “Scarlett, what’s up?”
He didn’t speak loudly, but the background noises disappeared once he spoke.
“What happened to Nancy?” I asked, not meaning to interrogate him. Realizing my tone was off, I
composed myself before saying, “I received a suspicious text just now.”
“You don’t have to worry about her since her contract with Fuller Corporation has already been
dissolved. Her future actions have no bearing on our corporation. Don’t overthink things,” he said,
sounding soft and a bit hoarse.
I paused for a moment and nodded to myself. There wasn’t anything else to say, so I hung up.
I was still weirded out by the text I’d received out of the blue, so I decided to try my luck and dial the
number again.
The phone still appeared to be switched off.
The doorbell of the vi rang. I went downstairs and opened the door.
Sally was here.
I’d just opened the door and could barely react when she pped me.
p! She’dnded a solid one on my face.
My head was stinging from the impact, and I had to take a moment topose myself. Blood trickled
out from the corner of my lip.
I looked down at her as I attempted to suppress my rage. “Ms. Fuller, have you always been this
brash? Why are you pping people for no reason?”
She let out a coldugh and sneered, “Reason? Nancy’s death is reason enough. Scarlett, I thought
you’d know your ce by now after being gone for four years. Clearly, I’ve underestimated you. After
all, how good can a woman be if she can even destroy the reputation of her own birth mother? Nancy
merely admired Ashton. If you weren’t happy with that, you could hit and berate her. Why make her die
such a painful death?”