When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1187

Emma, who had been observing the two of us, noticed Lydia was about to lose her cool. Thus, she interrupted us in a hurry, “Ms. Alder, you’re intimidating a pregnant woman. Please calm down and talk about it in a rational manner.”

Lydia tossed an annoyed glance at Emma before returning to her usual self.

I had gone through the comments of the news. Since Jackson wasn’t a public figure, only those from the industry were taken aback by the news. A lot of the netizens, including Jackson’s patient, said they were utterly disgusted. As a result, others had stopped consulting the man for his advice.

Perhaps God thought it was about time to put me through another trial—all the irritating things He had planned out for me were scheduled to occur at the same time. After I returned Lydia her phone, I got in touch with Emery as she watched me with the eyes of a hawk.

Emery picked up the phone almost immediately. “Hello?”

“Jackson’s news has made it to the headline.” I had faith in Emery and thought she would never play pretend in front of me. Although she hadn’t given her consent to remove the news, I was certain she wouldn’t defy my opinions since I had made myself clear.

Indeed, the woman on the line was equally surprised. “What? How’s that possible? I swear I delivered the instructions to omit the news! They would never defy my instructions. I’ll deal with it at once, but I need some time to figure out the things going on behind the scenes.”

“Alright, sorry to trouble you.”

“You need to stop being so courteous, Scarlett. I know you called to reprimand me. I’ll talk to you after I settle this.”

Immediately after she finished her sentence, Emery hung up the call.

I then showed Lydia my phone and said, “See?”

At my action, Lydia immediately knew something must have gone wrong in between the processes. She muttered with an embarrassed look, “I’m so sorry, but I can’t keep myself calm because of Jackson’s current condition.”

“It’s fine. How’s he doing?” I asked nonchalantly; I had no intention to blame her for being overly worked-up either.