When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1235

Chapter 1235

“He knows your son is important to you and that you will risk your life for him. The bodyguardsuccessfully held you hostage and brought you here because it was all part of Ashton’s plan! Hedoesn’t care about you as long as he gets to take revenge!”

“Shut up!” I trembled in rage.

“The truth is cruel, huh?” He flashed an evil grin. “Ashton pretended to adore you, but he exposed youto risks again and again. His love is nothing but talk. He’s selfish, just like me!”

I furrowed my brows and retorted, “You’re wrong about Ashton!”

“It doesn’t matter. Women are great at deceiving themselves,” concluded Marcus.

He glared at me and left the dining room.

I slumped into the chair and heaved a sigh. My energy was drained after that argument with Marcus.

After his footsteps faded away, I whipped out the phone to give Ashton a call. It wasn’t until then that Irealized the phone had turned into a fake phone.

Clearly, those people changed the phone to this fake one when I was asleep so I couldn’t warn Ashton.

I was a light sleeper, so someone must’ve done it deftly when I was asleep. I wondered who that couldbe.

Now that I think of it, perhaps Camelia’s disappearance was part of Marcus’ plan.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared next to my feet.

I turned and spotted a lady walking toward me.

She was clad in a turtleneck wool sweater, jeans, and boots. Her hair fell on her shoulders, creating acasual look.

I couldn’t remember seeing her in the castle.

“Looks like you had an unpleasant discussion.”

Once she spoke, I immediately recognized who she was.

It was the woman who came to pick the bodyguard up yesterday. She had a different outfit on, so Ialmost couldn’t recognize her.

She had stealthily made her way from the stairs to the dining room. I immediately deduced that it washer who changed my phone last night.

“Don’t stare at me. I like to wear casual clothes when I’m not out on a mission. My name’s Helga,” sheuttered. After asking the maid to bring her a glass of milk and cereal, she sat down opposite me.

“Boss kept telling me how special you are, Scarlett. But after spending some time with you, I still can’tfigure out how special you are. I hope Boss didn’t make the wrong judgment this time.” The disdain inHelga’s voice was evident.

Ever since I entered the car, she kept talking about her so-called “Boss.” I was curious who her bosswas as he had Helga and the bodyguard working for him. He even managed to convince Marcus topartner up with him.

“Ms. Helga, what do you mean by special?” My expression grew stern. “I fell for the trap and wasforced to separate from my son only after seeing him once. Should I still remain grateful and happy? Isthat what you mean?”

“Ha!” Helga snorted. “You sure have a sharp tongue. I shall see how long you can hold on.”

Shortly after, she left.

The bodyguard didn’t come down for breakfast as he was injured. I was the only person downstairs theentire morning.

At 2 p.m., both Marcus and Helga appeared on the stairs.

Spotting Helga in her black outfit, I stood up immediately.

She had returned to her icy self and strode past me without batting an eyelid before walking out of thedoor.

Marcus stopped to glance at me briefly before he left without looking back, too.