When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1533


    Ashton’s entire life of pain and suffering had been a direct result of the Hall couple’s actions. It was time


    for them to reap the consequences of their actions.


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    But Nathaniel and Tiffany were just byproducts of the twisted, toxic environment cultivated by their


    parents. They didn’t despise us, and we had no reason to kill each other.


    Ashton supported my weight as he helped me walk out the door, merely saying, “Let’s just get it over


    with.”


    I knew the severity and emotions behind that simple sentence and stayed quiet as I let him lead me.


    The entrance to the basement was in the garage next to the vi. The mercenaries that John had hired


    had all changed into casual clothes and were patrolling the area, but that didn’t change the fact that


    they looked intimidating enough to scare off anyone who mighte to rescue the Halls.


    Ashton kept one arm firmly around me as we passed them and entered the basement, the floor at our


    footsteps barely illuminated by the dim overhead lights. After a few turns, we finally saw Nics and


    Simone, locked up in a makeshift jail cell.


    Nics was still wearing his pajamas, clearly having been taken straight from his home in the middle of


    his sleep. He stood up straight in the center of the dark cell, stubbornly refusing to let his clothes get


    dirty as if that would help him maintain his image of a “noble”.


    Simone wasn’t sitting either, her face looking wrinkled and as pale as a ghost without the help of


    makeup to cover up her ws.


    They seemed drained, not even noticing us when we entered the room. It was only when we walked


    forward and stood right in front of Simone that her eyes widened suddenly, lunging forwards to get


    closer to us. “Ashton! You’re finally here! Let us go, we can’t stay here a second longer! Please,


    Ashton, I’m begging you, let us go…”


    Nics peered at us down his nose, still wearing the same expression of contempt from before.


    Ashton ignored Simone, raising his head to stare straight at Nics. “You’ve lost.”


    “Hmph…” The older man rolled his eyes. “What do you mean, I’ve lost? Isn’t losing to my own son


    further proof that I was a sessful father?”


    “You wish!” spat out John.


    Nics pushed his sses further up on his nose bridge before holding his hands behind his back. “I


    have to say, the drastic measures you took came as a surprise. You’ve grown up, Ashton. Now I know


    that I can leave the family business in your hands without any worries.”


    “Is that so…?” Ashton’s gaze grew sharp, and the temperature around us seemed to drop several


    degrees as he spoke. “Am I supposed to thank you for that?”


    “Of course!” Nics raised his voice, strangely confident in his own convictions as he frowned at his


    son. “Do you really think that you would have survived until now if it weren’t for my precious blood


    running through your veins?”


    I’d seen people blow their own trumpet before, but never to this shameless extent. I wasn’t even a part


    of the conversation, but I could feel my jaw clench unconsciously.


    Ashton was where he was right now because of his own hard work. If there was anyone he should be


    grateful towards for having helped him, it should be the Fullers who raised him, and certainly not the


    Halls who had nearly turned him into a monster.


    I nced at the back of Ashton’srge silhouette. He stood unmoving, the only visible proof of his


    suppressed rage being his clenched fists.


    He took a moment to regain hisposure and calm himself down. “You could have publiclye out


    with the truth when you first found out that you were a Hall,” he told them calmly. “Why did you have to


    set up an ident and bring Letty’s grandma and the Murphys into this…? You abandoned me, and


    now you will do nothing but push me up the corporatedder?”


    I swore that I could hear his heart shatter as soon as he got thatst sentence out.


    My vision blurring with tears, I stepped forward and took his hand in mine, hoping that my touch


    provided him somefort.


    But Nics, the truly twisted being that he was, had the gall to want to take credit for this delicate


    scene between us.