When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1435
Ashton’s words were directed at Emery, though his gaze was on me.
I had this odd sensation that he was seeing someone else as he looked at me. Or maybe, he’s just like
Emery and the rest. They see me as the dead “Scarlett”, yet they won’t let me be the real Scarlett.
Emery wasn’t a woman to be trifled with, but faced with Ashton’s firm demeanor, she could only agree
meekly. “I’ll give you a proper exnation.”
She dragged me out of the room after that.
As we reached the door, Ashton’s deep voice rang out. “You may not be able to carry the burdens of
another person’s life. Don’t overestimate your abilities.”
I heard his meaning loud and clear. I’m not Scarlett, and I don’t deserve her life.
Little did he know that his attitude only served to strengthen my resolve. I nced at Gregory out of the
corner of my eye, my emotions still a jumbled mess.
After leaving The Jade, Emery offered to drive me home.
I rode shotgun. I buckled myself in at an excruciatingly slow pace as I reyed the scene in the shop
over and over in my mind.
Emery could tell that my mind was elsewhere. With one hand on the steering wheel, she began
assessing the situation. “Don’t you think Ashton was acting weirdly just now?”
“Was he?” I was clueless.
Emery borated on her thoughts. “Think about it. If he had been convinced that you were
impersonating Scarlett, he would have skinned us alive! Why would he let us off unscathed?”
“Maybe it’s because I’m close to Gregory,” I guessed.
“I don’t think so.” Emery shook her head. “You know what I think? I don’t think he didn’t recognize you
at all; he didn’t want to.”
I knitted my brows in confusion.
This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.
He recognized me but didn’t want to? What the heck does that mean? Who else can take better care of
her own child than a mother?
Emery turned serious as she said, “It’s tooplicated. I can’t exin it to you now. Let me put out
some feelers first.”
Since she herself was confused about the whole ordeal, there was nothing useful I could do at the
moment. “Ok.”
After a moment’s thought, I asked, “What did Ashton mean by my obituary? What kind of person was
I?”
Maybe it’s not that Ashton can’t believe his wife is still alive. Maybe he just can’t acknowledge that he
had ever married a woman like this.
My mind was a tangled mess. I asked Emery shakily, “Maybe you really did recognize the wrong
person. You saw it yourself. Perhaps I just happen to share a face and a simr name with this
‘Scarlett’.”
I furrowed my brows. I didn’t know if I was unable to figure out the truth or unwilling to ept my
supposed death.
If my closest family can’t wait to erase traces of my existence, how am I different from those people
who are rejected by the rest of the world? I’ll always feel like I’m living in some purgatory, forgotten and
left behind by all that I love.
Emery opened her mouth as if to say something, but I didn’t have the emotional capacity to listen to
her. I lifted a hand to stop her. “It’s fine. Let’s not talk about this anymore. I’m tired; could you send me
home?”
Emery didn’t force me to face my emotions at this very moment. She drove toward home in silence.
As the car passed through the technology district, I had an urge to talk to Marcus. I had Emery drop me
off at the side of the road.
It wasn’t hard to locate White Corporation. A short five-minute car rideter, I found myself walking into
the lobby of its offices. The receptionist greeted me warmly, “Good day, Miss. Do you have an
appointment?”
“No, but I’d like to meet Marcus. I’m his, erm, friend,” I stammered, ncing towards the office area
surreptitiously.
I had never been to Marcus’ office since I woke up from mya. It was crowded with tech workers
dressed in shy attires. It looked hectic.
The receptionist frowned at my exnation. “Mr. White has many friends, and he doesn’t meet just
anyone. Please register, and I’ll give you a call if he’s able to meet you.”