When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1557

Chapter 1557

That kind of humiliation would undoubtedly deal a devastating blow to Nicolas. But, one couldunderstand where Ashton was coming from if one empathized with the hatred he had been keeping inhim.

The man who gave him life had wanted to take it back, but he had luckily managed to escape andsurvive to this date.

He didn’t owe his life to either Nicolas or Simone. But he would pay them back a hundredfold for all thehumiliation, lies, and contempt he had suffered from them.

Soon, the bodyguard filed into the room and untied Nicolas.

Nicolas lay on the ground, immobile, his eyes wide open. They would’ve thought he was dead if itwasn’t for his moving chest.

Simone immediately broke free from the bodyguard’s hold and crawled over to him. “Nicolas, answerme! Say something, Nicolas!”

The room was silent, other than their breathing.

After a short pause, the bodyguards continued to carry them both outside.

Ashton’s car was right behind the van transporting Simone and Nicolas. Once he had reached thebustling street, he pulled the car to a stop at an area with a clear, wide-angle of the square.

It was precisely in the middle of lunch hour. People were moving about everywhere. The majority werewhite-collars and the elites.

The black van stopped at the most crowded square. Over a dozen bodyguards carried Simone andNicolas down from the van and to the middle of the square. Without any hesitation, they dropped the

two onto the ground. Then they spun around and left.

The people at the square stared as the black van sped away, leaving the worn-looking couple in themiddle of the square.

It was lunch break, so crowds of white-collars were moving about hastily, hoping to grab a bite at theirfavorite restaurant. They were used to the beggars filling every corner of the street, so they didn’t evenspare them a glance.

Simone kneeled on the ground and begged every passerby for help, “Please help us call anambulance.”

“Please give us some water, sir. I know you’re a kind man. I haven’t had any water for three days. I’mgoing to die soon.”

“Miss. Please help us, miss. I beg you, please…”

“I’m begging you with my knees on the ground. Please help us…”

Finally, a few spectators stopped to look, and slowly a crowd circled them.

Someone recognized Nicolas. “Isn’t this guy Nicolas Hall, the world-class psychology professor whocame back from overseas a few years back?”

“That woman is his wife. But how did they get those injuries? Maybe they have done something bad,and the victims’ families took revenge?”

“Should we call the police? We can’t just let them die.”

“Are you crazy? Don’t you watch TV? If anyone was thrown here, someone must be keeping watcharound. If you dare help them, you and I will have to face their wrath. Besides, I’ve seen many of these

people. Their greed knows no bounds. If they got their hands on you, they would waste your time andyou would be late for work.”

And so, those who had wanted to help immediately had that thought crossed out.

Never had Nicolas imagined that these average people he had always looked down upon would decideon his life and death with just a few simple words.

The crowd in the square all fell into silence. Only the sounds of Simone’s cry and the advertisementjingle playing on the huge LED screen could be heard. And soon her hoarse cry for help wasswallowed by the loud jingle.

For the white-collars working from nine to five, time was of the essence. It was generous of them topause and watch. Slowly, the crowd surrounding Simone and Nicolas began to disperse.

They left without even a glance back. They probably wouldn’t even remember seeing Simone andNicolas in the square.

The people who merely stared on and passed by without any sympathy couldn’t help but focus on theirlives more than anything else. They were merely pawns for those who stood at the top of the hierarchy.