When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1442

Marcus’ half-awakened eyes promptly lit up, and his inflection elevated a notch. “To see who?”

I replied with a stutter, “It’s…”

He did not wait for me to finish. “Go ahead if you want to, but be careful. There may be something more to the traffic accident than meets the eye.”

His tone was calm, but his words discouraging.

I nodded. “I understand. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

With that, I poured a glass of water and left it within his reach. “Rest up first. Mrs. Kingsley will be over soon.”

“Okay.”

……

I left only when Mrs. Kingsley arrived.

I was about to hire a ride when a black van honked at me.

Its number plate was not unfamiliar to me. Ashton had once unloaded from this vehicle when he moved in next door to Marcus.

I instinctively reached over for the handle. When the door to the rear seating opened, there sat Ashton.

Cautiously, I withdrew my hand. “Mr. Fuller?”

“Get in.”

Ashton spoke briskly and without much emotion, so much so that I was unsure whether I had imagined hearing him.

I caught a glimpse of his fingers rapping upon the armrest ever so often. Their movements were casual yet confident. Only then did I understand that he had been waiting for some time, so I promptly lowered my head and entered without a fight.

The soundproofing inside the vehicle was excellent as it was relatively quiet even while we traversed the bustling commercial district.

I was first between us to break the silence. “Have you found out the results of the paternity test yet, Mr. Fuller?”

“Not yet.” Ashton’s lips lifted somewhat patronizingly before he went on to light up a cigar for himself.

My body had been subsisting on medication and supplements during this period and was more sensitive than most. I cupped my nose inside my knuckle against the smell of tobacco drifting toward me.

Ashton must have noticed my unease. He stretched out his legs and said staidly, “Be concise.”

The doctor immediately closed the file and replied solemnly, “Ms. Carlette Stovall and Gregory Hall are not biologically related.”

“No?” I could not mask my disappointment. Could it be that Marcus was right while Emery and the rest were mistaken about this?

I absentmindedly looked to Ashton for his reaction. His face was darkened as he sat frozen in his seat.

After a brief pause, he looked up and instructed Joseph, “Send Ms. Stovall home.”

His tone was frostier than before, and there was a subtle sense of urgency about it.

Joseph, too, seemed surprised at the outcome and took a while to recover. He then duly gestured to the door, saying, “After you, Ms. Stovall.”

I did not get up right away, turning to the side instead. “Mr. Fuller!”

It was the ties that bind. I refused to believe that Gregory’s attachment toward me came out of nowhere. We must be missing something.

Even though I was unable to convince myself, I would not be able to accept this if the results currently in Ashton’s hands had been tampered with.