In Love, Never Say Never (Ashton Fuller and Scarlett Stovall) novel Chapter 845

Emery shook her head slightly. “There’s no substantive evidence, but all signs point to Fuller Corporation. Also, all the companies abroad are now unable to continue operating.”

“Isn’t Joe in charge of everything overseas?”

She looked at me in surprise before frowning. “Have you been living under a rock for too long? An infectious virus broke out in Western Europe a month ago and it’s total chaos over there. Shopping malls were robbed and used for riots. It’s already a blessing to be able to survive there, so making money is definitely out of the question.”

I really had no idea about all this. I had been too busy with the Lavelian Village project recently and barely read any international news.

There was a knock on the door before Hunter poked his head in. He was carrying a briefcase and dressed in a grey suit with his hair combed neatly. After briefly greeting me, he glanced at Emery and said, “Honey, I have another class in the evening, so I’ll be back slightly later. I’ve booked the flight to J City and packed your suitcase. Go have a look later and see if I missed anything out.”

Smiling sweetly, Emery got up with Xavier in her arms. “I’m sure there won’t be a problem. I’ve always taken pride in my hubby’s capabilities. C’mon, I’ll send you off.”

The two of them acted lovey-dovey and went downstairs. When my bedroom was quiet once again, I sat in front of the vanity mirror and replayed Emery’s words in my mind.

When I came downstairs, Ashton was already gone.

Catching me glancing around, Cameron smiled helplessly. “He’s gone. He waited such a long time for you. He’s busy too, you know?”

I bowed my head, unsure of what to say. After some thought, I looked at Cameron and asked, “Mom, where’s Dad?” I had unconsciously blurted out those words.

All I could think of was what Emery said earlier, so I didn’t realize that I had just officially acknowledged them as my parents.

Suddenly, I noticed the surprise and joy on Cameron’s face as she gazed at me with red-rimmed eyes. Because she was struggling to keep her tears at bay, a few prominent wrinkles had formed on the corners of her eyes. She parted her lips a few times to speak, but perhaps she was too emotional, she only ended up saying, “My dear, did you just…”

She trailed off, as if afraid to ask, and there was also a trace of disbelief sprawled on her face. In the end, she could no longer hold back her tears. She raised her hand and frantically wiped them away, but more tears poured down.

Tears welled in my eyes all of a sudden, and I couldn’t help but recall Emery’s advice. Indeed, I wasn’t the only one suffering in silence.

Even though I was the victim, when a mother hurt her own child, yes, the child felt pain, but the mother’s pain was one that ran deep into the soul.