When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 948


    Nora grinned. “I don’t think a happy couple like you should bring a third wheel along. Let Armond take


    care of this.”


    Hannah wanted to retort, but Chandler whispered something and stopped her.


    Then, Ashton called me. I took the call, and he said, “I just finished my meeting. Are you hungry?”


    I felt more at ease after hearing his voice, then I went to the balcony. “No. Just had barbecue with my


    friends. Nora came today, and Hannah’s around too, so I was going to call you over, but you were


    working, so that’s that. Have you eaten though?” He just got out of the meeting, so I thought he must


    be hungry.


    He chuckled. “Sounds like I missed out on a feast. Where are you? I’ll pick you up. Can you make


    some pasta for me?”


    I smiled. “It’s not really good, you know. I’m at Nora’s ce. It’s in the city center. Armond’s here too, so


    can youe over?”


    He was quiet for a moment. “Sure.” Armond and us weren’t friends anymore, so that was the only way I


    could deal with Armond for the time being.


    I made small talk before sending him my location, then I noticed Holden’s message. ‘Why didn’t you


    call me for so long, woman? Nora’s an idiot. Telling her is just going to be a waste of my time.’


    Oh, it was probably about the thing I asked him earlier. I texted back before keeping my phone. I see.


    Hailey sat quietly in a corner, trying toy low. Armond and Nora were doing the dishes in the kitchen,


    so I sat down beside her and handed her a ss of water. “Did youe here for work?”


    She took the ss of water and looked up at me. “Thepany needs clients.” She nodded. “I have to


    make the sales to keep it running.”


    I looked at her silently. “Running apany doesn’t suit you. You should pursue your hobbies instead.”


    “My father founded thepany. It doesn’t matter if I like it or not, I have to hold the fort until he’s free.


    I’ll keep it running for as long as I can hold it.”


    She’s stubborn. I guess there’s no point in persuading her. I nodded and shrugged. “Good luck.”


    She nced at me for a moment. “What’s your daughter down with?”


    “Leukemia.”


    She stared down. “She needs a kidney transnt on top of a bone marrow, right?”


    I nodded.


    She pondered about something silently, gripping the ss of water. “I had a heart transnt before.”


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    I was surprised she’d tell me about that. I stared at her, and she smiled at me, but she still looked pale.


    “It was five years ago. I think my father was looking desperately for a heart just like what you’re doing


    now. I can’t imagine how tortured he must have felt then.”


    I didn’t reply to that. For some reason, I thought there was something more to her case. A short pause


    later, she continued, “You’re right. Running apany isn’t what I like. I love to paint. My dream was to


    open my own art exhibition all over the world, but I don’t think that can be done now.”


    I thought Hailey had depression to begin with, but I realized she had something worse. She looked like


    a normal girl from the outside, but her attitude told me she disliked human interactions.


    She was more like an autistic person than a depressed one. Hailey tried her best to look normal, but


    she disliked talking to anyone from the bottom of her heart.


    “Did you have something to tell me? Was that why you wanted to see me?”


    She stared at me, her gaze clean and innocent. She had something to say, but she hesitated, so I


    advised, “It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me about it right now, but you can talk to me whenever you


    want to. I don’t know why you’re trying to talk to me even though you dislike me, but I know you have


    your reasons for that.”


    I knew she had something to tell me, but she had no idea how to say it. All she did was stare for a while


    and looked down in silence. It was hard to get any information from someone with a mental illness, so I


    didn’t force her to talk. Then I looked outside into the night. Everyone has a battle we can’t see, huh?


    “Armond is evil. Even Satan’s a nice guypared to him,” she muttered, her voice trembling.


    I looked at her again. She was pale, and her fists were red from being clenched too tightly. Obviously,


    she had a great struggle with herself before telling me that short message.