When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1476

Chapter 1476

Obstinately, Ashton remained standing where he was. He cast a backward glance to see Josephhurrying in with a stack of gifts.

“Scarlett prepared these small tokens for Mom and Dad,” Ashton explained evenly.

Baffled, I looked at Ashton. When had all these been prepared? Had Ashton already predicted that I’dleave John behind to attend the dinner with him?

My mind was swimming with thoughts.

Tiffany tossed her head uncaringly. Joseph, laden down by the weight of the gifts in his arms, totteredawkwardly into the room.

Just then, a deep voice commanded regally, “There’s no need to make such a fuss. We’re family, afterall. Housekeeper, take those things from him.”

As if on cue, the housekeeper nervously stepped forward, stiffly receiving the items from Joseph. Theatmosphere within the room instantly eased.

It was Nathaniel who had spoken. I’d only heard his voice before and had only taken the briefest ofglances at his photo. I was surprised to see that he was casually attired and looked rather youthful.Nathaniel appeared distinctly approachable, unlike the elderly patriarch I’d envisioned in my mind.

Experience told me, however, that there was more below the surface than met the eye.

As he watched the housekeeper set the items down conscientiously, Ashton suddenly turned andleisurely placed his arm around my shoulder. He then led Gregory and me to the sofa next to whereNicolas was sitting.

We’d barely sat down when Tiffany began her whining once more.

“Ashton, you take pains to ignore me whenever we’re in the office. Let’s take this opportunity today tothrash things out. You’ve removed me from my position as the Finance Director and terminated mysubordinates. What are you planning to achieve? Don’t forget that the company doesn’t belong to youalone! I’m your own flesh and blood. I should be the one you trust the most!”

As Tiffany spewed her discontent, the maid arrived with cups of hot tea for us. Ashton calmly pouredout a cup, then handed it to me. “Have some tea,” he said placidly.

Tiffany bit her tongue in anger. She seethed as she watched Ashton deliberately stir his tea, then drinkit slowly. “Are you even listening to me?” Tiffany asked querulously.

Ashton glanced coolly at Tiffany. Menacingly, he growled, “Shut up.”

It felt as if the air in the room had congealed, and the temperature dropped by a few degrees. A shiverdanced down my spine.

The smug look on Tiffany’s face remained. She seemed snooty, even emboldened by the fact that shewas on her turf and under the Hall family’s protection.

Tiffany thus paid no heed to Ashton’s solemn warning. Instead, she drew herself up and pounced ontome, clawing at my arm. “It’s all because of you! How dare you pretend to be Scarlett and seduce mybrother? Get out!”

Ashton stood up. Towering over Tiffany, he glared at her with such hatred that even I, despite not beingthe object of his attention, quaked inwardly.

It was Tiffany’s first time witnessing this side of Ashton. She gaped at him, cowering in terror.

Ashton’s muscular arm suddenly shot out and grabbed Tiffany’s neck in a stranglehold.

His movements were so swift that it frightened even Joseph, who was used by now to Ashton’scapricious ways. “Mr. Fuller!” he gasped.

Ashton, as if possessed, maintained his merciless grip on Tiffany’s neck. Within less than a minute,Tiffany’s pale face had turned a deep shade of violet.

Locked in Ashton’s hands that clamped upon her neck like iron shackles, Tiffany struggled. Shefrantically hit his arms, pleading for release.

She barely managed to gasp, almost inaudibly, “Ash… Ashton… let go…”

“You’re right. You’re my own flesh and blood. You should know how brutal I can be, yet you continuedtesting my limits. You deserve what you’ve got coming to you.” Ashton said with a deadly calm.

Indeed, Ashton looked entirely prepared to let Tiffany die by his own hand.

I was absolutely sure that if no one stopped him, Ashton would have finished Tiffany off there and then.

That moment felt utterly surreal. It was as if a gruesome scene from a movie was playing out rightbefore my very eyes. I instinctively reached out to shield Gregory from the sight, my heart palpitatingwildly.

If Ashton murdered Tiffany in cold blood, the rest of Gregory’s life would be hell.