When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1188


    Suddenly, Lydia, who was about to reach the entrance, brought herself to an abrupt halt. She turned


    around in a huff, yelling with all her might, “Hey, why don’t you get your facts right? Research


    conducted over the past century has indicated homosexuality as a normal sexual preference! Jackson


    is a kind-hearted and hardworking man! His presence has contributed to society’s wellbeing and public


    welfare! You’re the one adversely impacting the advancement of mankind!”


    “Come again?” John got up from his seat and was about to rush over in a rage, but I stopped him and


    yelled in the nick of time, “John!”


    “I’m so sorry, Dr. Alder.” Afraid Lydia would be beaten to a pulp, I hurriedly urged her to leave, “He


    didn’t mean it. You should hurry up and return to Jackson! Also, please express an apology on my


    behalf!”


    Gritting her teeth, Lydia’s gorgeous face puckered in disgust because of John’s words. After shooting a


    fierce re at him onest time, she marched out of the gate.


    John, who was usually the most superior one in the room, couldn’t stand Lydia’s response. After he


    took a seat, he grunted, “How dare she get so full of herself?”


    Emma and I exchanged short nces, unanimously deciding to ignore the man’s rhetorical question.


    After he unbuttoned his shirt, he asked, “Why haven’t you mentioned anything about thewsuit


    regarding custody over Summer?”


    Am I even supposed to tell you? If you were aware of thewsuit, you would have sent someone to lure


    Jackson over and force him into submission…


    I tried to shrug the idea off his mind and replied nonchntly, “Everything is under my control. Do me a


    favor and stay out of this.”


    At that, John turned around and looked at Summer, who was in the middle of a game with the


    housekeeper. Grinning, he announced, “Nope! I consider Summer my daughter! I will allow no one to


    take her away from me!”


    I nudged him and uttered, “You better not try anything reckless because Jackson is a close friend of


    both Macy and me. If you do anything silly, Macy wille after you!”


    John looked elsewhere, going dead silent when I brought Macy up.


    Meanwhile, Emma, who had her curiosity piqued, asked, “Who’s Macy? Isn’t Summer your daughter?


    Why has the woman’s husband filed awsuit for custody over Summer?”


    John rolled his eyes and grunted, “You need to stop poking your nose into our business and y the


    role of Mrs. Stovall!”


    Emma shot daggers at him in return. The duo began bickering in the garden, causing things to turn


    lively all of a sudden.


    Worried about Jackson, I had Emma tag along while I dropped by the clinic after we dropped Summer


    at her school.


    I had acquired his address from Lydia when I visited the hospital. Although it was quite a distance away


    from the city, it was located at a strategic location.


    We saw the signboard of Jackson’s clinic the moment we alighted from the car. The ce, which was


    supposed to be an ordinary clinic, was ruined by the doodles left by the haters. The signboard had


    been shattered in half in front of the entrance.


    As the entrance was wide open, Emma helped me into the clinic, but no one seemed to be there. The


    moment we walked past the corridor and reached Jackson’s office, I was overwhelmed by the awful


    stench of alcohol in the office.


    After regaining myposure, I noticed a bunch of emptied cans on his table and the ground.


    Documents were strewn all over the ce. Jackson, the drunkard with a disheveled appearance,


    slouched against the couch, sleeping soundly.


    Since Emma had been brought up in afortable environment, she rarely had the chance toe


    across such a scene. Thus, she had a hard time maneuvering her way around the messed-up room.


    Jackson was roused from his sleep as she identally stepped on a bottle.


    A pair of bloodshot eyes could be seen as he sat upright and opened his eyes. “Why are you here?


    Have you dropped by to see how pathetic I am because of you? Are you happy now that you’ve seen


    me in a slump?”


    His sarcastic remarks barely got to me. He had always been a gentleman, so his attempt at being


    harsh had no deterrent.


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    I could vividly recall the day Jackson acquired the license of a practicing psychologist. He was a


    sprightly young man that was theplete opposite of the man with a disheveled look in front of me.