When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1415


    That single statement had me convinced; he had managed to repeat the contents of the note without


    fail.


    It wouldn’t be much of a surprise for a six-year-old boy from such a renowned family to be able to


    produce such neat handwriting. However, it was tough to believe he could get so many people to do his


    biddings.


    Crouching, I held his arms and asked with a serious expression, “You’re not allowed to lie, okay? Tell


    me the truth! Do you know the one who asked me over?”


    “Do you not believe me?” As Gregory asked, he walked over and essed his tablet. The moment he


    took his seat, he started executing a series ofmands. If I hadn’t been there to witness it, I wouldn’t


    believe have believed he had such a mature side.


    Since he had dove right into it, in fear of interrupting him, I had to sneak my way over to check on the


    things he was up to.


    Countless rows of codes could be seen on the screen as Gregory swiftly ran his chubby fingers across


    the keyboard.


    All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    After a short while, arge notification was prompted on the screen—Sess!


    He seemed to have gained ess to another person’s device.


    I asked, “Did you hack someone?”


    The little boy exined in a mellifluous tone, “Nah, I have merely edited a program and disguised


    myself as Daddy. I dropped our chauffeur and Mr. Campbell a text, acting as though I’m my father.


    They approached you and brought you over because they thought it was Daddy’s instructions.”


    It turned out that he had been manipting his father’s subordinates in a rather creative and


    complicated method.


    With that being said, the thing that surprised me the most was the fact he could easily execute


    countlessplicatedmands to edit the software.


    However, I still had my fair share of doubts. Thus, I looked at the screen and repeated my question,


    “Are you really the one behind the note?”


    “Mmm!” Gregory nodded with a determined look. He must be afraid I wouldn’t trust him.


    I secretly sized him up and wondered if I should consider myself lucky.


    Initially, I had thought I could regain a part of my lost memories, yet I had been brought over for


    something else.


    I can’t possibly pick on the child and ruin his day, right? After all, he merely wished to see me in person.


    Sighing, I returned his tablet to him and put on a stern front, seriously warning him, “You’re smart, but


    you’re not allowed to keep your father in the dark anymore if you’re going to meet another stranger in


    person. You’re the son of the wealthiest man in the country. If anyone figures out your identity, you’re


    going to be in huge trouble, okay?”


    I had a hard time figuring out if the child couldprehend my words when he began blinking his eyes


    rapidly.


    I wasn’t in the mood to teach someone else’s son on their behalf anymore. “Alright, since you have


    seen me, and I have turned you down, I guess it’s the end of our session today. It’s gettingte. I’ll be


    heading back now. Goodbye.”


    Just as I was about to leave, the young boy stopped me and begged with his face puckered in a


    pitiable manner, “What do you need from me to be my mother?”


    I actually started feeling bad when I heard him crying. It was indeed an odd sensation for a woman who


    had never given birth.


    When I was about to say something, a stern voice could be heard, yelling at the entrance, “Stop fooling


    around!”


    The moment I turned around, someone had barged into the private room.


    Ashton was dressed in a gray suit and a pair of suit pants that didn’t have a single wrinkle on them. His


    neatlybed hair matched his public image; he had always shown up on the television in such a


    manner.


    He nced at me before asking the little boy with a straight face, “Are you going to move away from


    her or not?”


    When the little boy heard his father’s question, he red at him and yelled, “No! I want her to be my


    mother! I don’t want anyone else!”


    It was such an awkward scene to be a part of. With no idea on how to deal with the awkwardness, I


    began with a smile, “I think he’s missing his mother…”


    “If that wasn’t the case, do you think you could get the better of him?” Ashton deadpanned his reply. I


    couldn’t help but wonder if the man was human.