When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1749

“You are someone who has never been loved before. I understand if you don’t comprehend this. But since you believe you can put a price on everything in this world, I am willing to give you all my assets in return for you staying out of our marriage. It should be an easy choice for you, shouldn’t it?”

Nathaniel’s eyes widened as he exploded, “Do you not care if the Stovall and Fuller families are destroyed along with you?”

Raising the corner of my mouth, I turned to Ashton and looked at him fondly. “Despite being the daughter of the Stovall family, I cannot bring myself to abandon Ashton. Every moment I spend with him turns into sweet memories. If both families are ruined because of me, I’m willing to pay for my sins with my life. At the end of the day, the choice isn’t mine. Just go ahead and do what you want. I hope you would force me to my doom so that I wouldn’t even need to think about this anymore…”

As soon as I finished, I heard the sound of someone flicking his sleeves. When I turned around, all I could see was Nathaniel’s leaving silhouette.

With no time to celebrate with Ashton, I knelt down at once and gently slapped Joseph’s face. “Mr. Campbell, wake up! Joseph…”

Joseph didn’t respond to my calls. I had no choice but to drag him up and take him to a private hospital. Given the statuses of the Fuller and Stovall families in K City, I figured it wouldn’t be difficult to keep the matter from the police.

“Ashton, help me, quick! I’m not strong enough to get him up. If we delay any longer, Joseph won’t survive.” Putting Joseph’s arm around my shoulder, I tried my best to pull him up.

Suddenly, a bag containing a syringe was thrown to my side. After picking it up, I turned to look at Ashton whose expression was frosty as ever. “It contains atropine. Inject it into his chest and it will stabilize his condition for a while.”

I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at the fortunate turn of events.

Worried that Nathaniel would return, Ashton declared scathingly, “Only I can decide whether my man lives or dies.”

With that, he walked away without even bothering whether I knew how to inject the syringe or not.

Realizing how weak Joseph’s breathing had become, I had no other choice but to make every possible effort to save him. I opened the package, ripped off his shirt, and stabbed the needle into his heart.