When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 830

Chapter 830

I frowned at his snarky remark, but still wanted my question answered. “Has he come out from the ERyet? Is someone looking after him?”

Instead of replying to my burning questions, Ashton continued to stare coldly at me. His gaze was filledwith despair and a hint of sad irony. After which, he left the room without uttering another word.

Despite knowing he was upset, I had no choice but to check on Marcus myself. As I sat up from mybed and attempted to remove the IV drip from my arm, the door swung open.

Joseph walked in and saw what I was doing. He darted to my bedside and stopped me. “Mrs. Fuller,the doctor just said that you have to rest. You can’t remove the drip.”

I furrowed my brows and asked, “Joseph, can you help me check on Marcus? I’m really worried abouthim. Is someone taking care of him?”

Joseph sighed helplessly and said, “Mrs. Fuller, sometimes it baffles me how you manage to overlookall that Mr. Fuller has done for you. Knowing that Mr. White has injured himself trying to protect you, doyou not think Mr. Fuller will take good care of him? After being told of your accident on site, he droppedeverything and rushed to the hospital in the first instance. But he was met with his stunned wife beingworried sick for another man, not responding to his calls when he tried to speak to you. When youpassed out all of a sudden, Mr. Fuller even fell into a full-blown panic mode that I’ve never witnessedbefore. Knowing you’ll be worried for Mr. White’s wellbeing, he has made sure that Mr. White receivesthe best care he can get in this hospital. Mr. Fuller has even hired a personal nurse to look after Mr.White. And after all that he’s done for you, your first words after coming to were all about Mr. White.Don’t you think that’s a bit too cruel to him? After all, he is your husband, and despite the very littleemotion he lets on, he does feel jealous and sad just like every other guy.”

I was overwhelmed and at a loss for words. Biting my lips, I tried to digest the information that hadbeen dumped on me.

Looking at my bewilderment, Joseph sighed again. “Mr. White’s condition has been stabilized. But hehasn’t come to as the anesthetic hasn’t worn off. He is being looked after by doctors and nurses so youdon’t have to worry about him. More importantly, you really need to get some rest yourself.”

As Joseph helped me back onto my bed, my mind kept flashing back to all the things that he had justsaid to me. A pang of guilt rushed into my chest. In retrospect, I did hurt Ashton’s feelings for beinginsensitive.

Since I couldn’t fall asleep right away, I waited till the nurse came to remove the IV drip before Idecided to take a walk.

Ashton was nowhere to be seen, hence I decided to check up on Marcus. After checking for his roomnumber and arriving at his ward, I was relieved to see that a nurse was looking after him. The nursegreeted me with a smile.

Marcus was still unconscious from the effect of the anesthetic. His forehead was injured and his bodywas covered in a blanket, hence I turned to the nurse and asked, “How is his wound?”

“The doctor just came by to check on him. She said that he has sustained an injury to his head, butshe’s not sure at this stage if he suffers from a concussion. A metal rod pierced through his rightribcage, but luckily, it missed his vital organs. There are a few other scratches but they are justsuperficial wounds. Judging from his current condition, he’s going to be hospitalized for a considerableamount of time.”

My body shuddered at the mention of his ribcage being pierced by a metal rod. That must have beenwhere most of the blood came from. My hands started trembling and my legs turned wobbly as I relivedthe incident in my head.

I forced my weakened legs to move to his bedside and sat down, losing my bearings. If it wasn’t forhim, the metal rod would have run through my body instead. Human lives are indeed very fragile and

short. And yet, in the span of my very short life, he has saved me twice; this time he even risked hisown life for me. It’s not easy to just stop worrying about him like everybody else has been saying.

“Ms. Stovall, why don’t you get some rest yourself? I’ll be here to take care of Mr. White,” the nursesaid.

I shook my head a little. “I’m okay. Besides, I’ve already rested more than enough. I might as well stayhere. Please let me be.”

Sensing I was not going anywhere, she decided to stop persuading me.

“In that case, Ms. Stovall, I’ll take a walk outside. Please call for me should you need anything,” shesaid while heading out.

I nodded before I suddenly thought of something and called after her, “May I know how I shouldaddress you?”

“My name is Layla Lane,” Layla replied with a smile.

I nodded. “Is it okay if I call you Layla?”

“Sure,” she said before leaving the ward.

After Layla left the room, I turned to Marcus. It was impossible to not be moved by what he had donefor me.

I felt suspended in time, trying to decipher what I was feeling in my gut. Slowly, I came to the realizationthat I had been avoiding people who had displayed the slightest amount of kindness or affection towardme; people such as Ashton, Marcus, and John. It was as though I was incapable of accepting any kindof compassion.

For some reason, I kept looking for every little detail in my life to push Ashton away; subconsciouslytrying to sabotage every meaningful relationship I have had. A disembodied voice at the back of mymind kept telling me that there had to be a reason why they approached me, be it I could be useful tothem, or that I could help advance their own motive. Whatever the reason, I was convinced that I wasundeserving of true love.