When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275

“But Stella isn’t back yet. What should we do with these piles of documents?” I asked.

Holding out her hands, she shrugged. ”Just leave it. Let her clean up this mess when she’s back. Itseems that you haven’t mastered the art of torturing people. You should never be considerate to yourenemy.”

She was right. Having mercy on my enemy was akin to being cruel to myself, and what was more,Stella was so guileful. She totally deserved this.

After chewing on her words, I stood up, held her hands, and walked out of the room. “You head on overto your office. As for me, I’m going home since I haven’t spent much time with Audrey and Gregory. Imiss them.”

Emery let out a snort of contempt. “Children will more likely be successful if you train them to beindependent. They’re going to become spoilt brats if you pamper them too much.”

I don’t mind. I’m fine with it as long as my children stay safe and healthy.”

The Stovall residence was quite a distance away from Fuller Corporation. I looked out the car windowblankly as the children and my terminal illness occupied my mind.

At a crossroads, the car stopped in front of a traffic light. There were several bars in the commercialdistrict by the road. While waiting, I noticed a commotion in front of the entrance of a bar nearby. Itseemed like a woman had offended the head of a group of men. She was probably going to face themusic soon.

The scene reminded me of Yvonne. If the child was still around, he would know how to speak already.

After two minutes, the light turned green. The chauffeur slowly drove away, and I watched indifferentlyas the bar vanished out of my sight.

Half an hour later, the car drove into a residential area where the government officials in K City livedand made a turn. I spotted an eye-catching blue sports car in front of the Stovall residence from afar.As the car went closer, I saw Zander standing right beside the sports car.

I was surprised, as he gave me the impression that he wasn’t someone who would do this. There wasno association between Zander and the Stovall family. So I guessed he was here for me.

Once the car pulled over, I opened the door and walked toward him.

Zander seemed to have seen my car much earlier. He came over and greeted me first. “Ms. Stovall.”

“Mr. Hoffman, I remember that I’ve made myself quite clear the other day. I don’t want to have anythingto do with Tinsel Group. And yet, here you are, waiting for me right in front of my house. What do youwant from me?”

I had written down the Stovall residence address without much thought about it because ordinarypeople would avoid a government residential area. If Zander hadn’t had an influential background, hewouldn’t have come over.

Staring at me, he hesitated for a moment before he spoke with a foreign accent. “I’m here to ask foryour forgiveness.”

“What?” My forehead puckered. What is he trying to do?

“Chanaeans say that one must be humble and admit his fault if he has done something wrong. I mulledover what happened the other day and I shouldn’t have been so stubborn and restrained you and yourfamily with that attitude of mine. I hope you can forgive me.” Zander then took two tickets to a concertout of his suit jacket. “My colleague said that the women in Chanaea love this idol group from my

country, so I asked someone in K Nation to buy these tickets. Please accept this as my way ofapologizing.”

For some reason, the way he spoke in my native language was weird, but I simply couldn’t tell why Ifelt that way.

Lowering my head, I glanced at the tickets in his hand. It was indeed a rare opportunity, but I was not afan of any idol group.

I reached out my hand to push the tickets back to him. However, before I could touch them, a big handappeared out of nowhere and grabbed the tickets away.

Glancing up, I saw Ashton stood on my left with a sullen expression. His sinister gaze was fixed onZander.

“I remember you’re the man who accompanied Ms. Stovall to take her exam. Nice to meet you again.”Zander seemed oblivious to his sulkiness. With a friendly smile, he held out his hand for a handshake,just like the first time he met us.

“No,” Ashton said curtly. “I’ll speak in your language since you can’t understand mine well. Not only doChanaeans admit their faults, but we don’t covet others’ loved ones as well. Scarlett is my woman.Even though we’re divorced, she’s still the mother of my children. Whatever you’re planning in yourhead, you’d better not do it.”