When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 594

“Ashton, I’m your wife. Don’t go thinking that you’re making life hard for me, because you’re not. We’ll both grow sick and die when we’re older—that’s just life, and I’m just doing what I promised when I married you.”

He gazed at me, his eyes swirling with emotion. After a long while, he finally let go of me.

The doctors said that Ashton could have some liquid food if he wanted. Cameron brought some soup over, and I fed it to him slowly, carefully blowing on every spoonful to make sure it wasn’t scalding hot.

He didn’t seem very hungry, but every time I brought the spoon to his mouth, he shot me a look and opened his mouth anyway.

Eventually, I managed to get him to finish half the bowl. Cameron sat quietly in a corner, watching us.

After I finished feeding the soup to Ashton, Cameron passed me another bowl of soup, her eyes swimming with bright tears.

She said, “You should have some yourself, too. Don’t go starving yourself just because you have to take care of Ashton.”

I looked up at her, seeing the look of sadness and heartache in her eyes. Almost subconsciously, I stretched out my hand for the bowl, before realizing that I still had Ashton’s unfinished bowl in the other hand.

The effects of the medication began to sink in just after the meal. Ashton finally gave in and fell asleep.

Cameron continued to gaze at me as I forced down a few spoons of the soup. When I put down the bowl, unwilling to eat anymore, she looked sorrowfully at me. “You need to eat more than that if you want to have enough energy to take care of Ashton.”

She was right, I supposed. I forced down another few spoons of the soup until I was sure I couldn’t eat anymore.

Cameron took the bowls and stood up to leave. She turned to me, still looking rather worried. “Take good care of yourself, alright?”

I looked sharply at her, feeling a little choked up. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “What was going through your mind back when you abandoned me all those years ago?”

I asked this question very abruptly. All these years, I had put up a brave front in front of others, asserting that not knowing my birth parents didn’t make me worse off than other people. I had no need for them, anyway.

However, whenever I saw other people clinging on to their parents and acting cute, envy coursed through my veins. Afraid that they might notice, I never dared to let my gaze linger for more than a few seconds.

Cameron burst into tears immediately, her body shaking with sobs. Evidently, my question saddened her horribly.