When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1387


    Unfortunately, Tiffany was toote. Rage was already spreading in Ashton’s bloodshot eyes like a


    wildfire. No one could say for sure what he would do at this rate. “I’m asking you onest time. Did


    Nics do it?” he roared.


    His shout reverberated in the living room, his booming voice bouncing off the walls. Even I was shaken.


    I could imagine the shock for Ashton. The Halls abandoned him when he was a kid, and now they even


    targeted the people he loved the most. I could not help but wonder if they took Ashton as their son or


    as their enemy.


    Tiffany’s usually wellposed face turned estranged. Her neckline stiffened as she swallowed hard.


    “Yes… But.. I didn’t do anything! I only overheard dad talking about it when he was in his study,” Tiffany


    exined, her lips shaking in fear.


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    “Ah! You jer…”


    Ashton flung his fist toward her before she could even say the word “jerk.”


    But instead of dealing her a square blow, Ashton’s arm froze in the air for a good ten seconds before it


    landed on the couch beside Tiffany. By the time everyone came back to their senses, there was a huge


    dent in the couch because of the impact.


    Tiffany was one of the few women on the Forbes list. Despite her shriek and her trembling body, she


    still managed to feignposure, acting indifferent. “Dad is in charge of all decisions at home. I’m just


    his puppet. I didn’t get much say of my own for the past twenty years either, so you can’t me me,


    Ashton,” she said, tidying up her clothes in an attempt to conceal her nerves.


    “As for the poison in Scarlett’s body, only Dad has the antidote. You should calm down and think things


    through clearly. Since he’s willing to listen to me and ept you, don’t you think going back with your


    children is the best option now? Try being a good son to him. Who knows, maybe he’ll soften his heart.


    You’re a businessman yourself. You should know there are times when we need to lose the battle to


    win the war.”


    Although Ashton was on the verge of going berserk, Tiffany was still able to talk to him calmly,


    showcasing just how strong her will was. But as strong as she may seem, her evasive gaze soon


    landed on Bill, and the two took it upon themselves to leave immediately after.


    Once they were gone, the whole living room fell into dead silence. Ashton’s head drooped low in


    devastation, and he stood motionless for a long time.


    As I expected, Nics had been watching his every move. Everything that happened was within his


    calction.


    Ashton’s every move from J City to K City, including his career, his family, and the child we lost, were all


    under his supervision. Nics had the opportunity to save our first child, but he had not done so. Since


    he saw Ashton’s child as a shameful stain to his family, there was no reason for him to save that child,


    and neither would he ept me as Ashton’s wife.


    However, Nics had no choice but to back down now. He realized that Ashton and the Stovall family


    were not people he could mess with anymore. If he wanted the children, he had no other option but to


    ept me and Ashton, no matter how much the Hall family despised us.


    To put it inly, both of us were necessary evil he had to bear because he wanted the children.


    “There’s nothing we can do now. Both of you only have one option. That’s to go back to the Hall family


    and try to get the cure for Letty. As for our next step, we will y by ear.” John’s apathetic voice cut


    through the silence, but I could still sense a hint of anger in his tone.


    The surrounding air suddenly turned solemn.


    Everyone had heard what Tiffany said clearly—I was poisoned because of Ashton. Although it was not


    his fault per se, everyone was still exasperated.


    Ashton did not reply to John. Seeing him seemingly unmoved, thetter’s fists tightened as he got


    ready to speak again.


    “Give us some time to discuss this,” I intervened before John could open his mouth to say another


    word.


    John might not know what Ashton was thinking, but I knew. His parents had made his life a living hell


    for the past twenty-plus years. It would not be easy to wee his parents with open arms overnight.