Chapter 229
When There Is Nothing Left But Love
John was adamant that he had overheard something important as he looked at Cameron and said, âI
wonât keep you any longer, Ms. Anderson.â
After Cameron and Rebecca left, John sat beside me and pestered me about the reason behind my
two-month disappearance.
Miffed, I couldnât be bothered to explain to him. Hence, I turned to Marcus and changed the topic. âLetâs
order some takeaways and go home!â
Marcus nodded in response. Just as we were heading out of the restaurant, John blocked our path and
asked, âScarlet, whatâs wrong with you? Do you know how much trouble youâve caused us just to
search for you? Someone evenâ¦â
âMr. Stovall, if you really care about her, Iâd advise you to stop pestering her. The hardships she had to
go through are way tougher than what you can imagine,â said Marcus.
After grabbing the takeaways, Marcus held my hand and escorted me to the car as he saw that my
face was getting pale.
âIf you want to badger her to death, then be my guest.â Marcus took a glance at John who was still on
our tail.
Ignoring him, John grabbed my hand. âI thought your illness has been cured. Why is it relapsing?â
asked John.
He then turned his attention to Marcus and questioned in a cold tone, âWhatâs going on here? I thought
she has fully recovered.â
Perplexed, Marcus looked at me curiously and queried, âYouâve had this illness before?â
I nodded and said to John, âI donât want to get into it now. Let me get back home first, okay?â
Since I didnât bring my medicine, I had a hard time keeping my emotions in check.
John nodded and gave Marcus a minatory look. âYou donât need to look at me like that. Ask Ashton if
you have any questions,â scoffed Marcus.
Having said that, he quickly drove off, leaving John in the dust.
Since Marcus was driving at high speed, we were home in no time. After taking my medicine, I looked
at him and asked, âAre the two of them still in our hands?â
Marcus was stunned for a while before nodding. âIâve already ordered some of our guys to keep an eye
on them.â
âIâd like to meet them now!â I stated. In order to deal a blow to the Moore family, I must start with
Rebecca.
He pondered for a bit and replied, âOkay!â
I wasnât worried about my illness acting up again as I had taken medicine to stabilize my emotions. And
so, I went straight to the suburbs with Marcus.
The warehouse was nothing different from my vivid memories of it. Upon seeing it, I reminded myself
repeatedly not to break down.
âYou donât have to force yourself. We can come back here some other day.â Marcus stared at me with a
concerned look on his face.
I shook my head, then took a deep breath and said, âItâs okay. Letâs just get it over with!â
When the lights were switched on, I was able to see the interior of the warehouse clearly. The
warehouse wasnât that big, and there were large piles of junk in it.
Someone had already cleaned up the bloodstains on the floor, and the glass shards were gone too.
Marcus asked one of the bodyguards to bring me a chair so that I could rest my legs. Shortly after, the
two people were brought in front of me.
On the night of the incident, I recalled seeing two men who were wearing hats. However, since both of
them were in disguise, I only had a vague impression of how they looked like.
Marcus ordered his men to bring the men closer for me to take a good look at their faces. Surprisingly,
the two of them didnât seem like vicious and violent people at all. In fact, both of them looked
trustworthy and sincere.
That being said, looks could be deceiving as they were without a doubt the ones who murdered my
child.
âMs. Stovall, this isnât our fault. We were just following orders. Weâ¦â
The two of them mustâve been tortured for quite a while before coming here. Thatâs why they are so
desperate to be vindicated.
âAre you that deprived of money?â I chuckled.
Both of them nodded like little chickens pecking on the ground.
âOh, I see,â I murmured nonchalantly. âSince you two are just doing things for money, that means you
guys would do something for me too as long as I pay both of you. Right?â I queried.
The two of them exchanged glances before turning their gazes toward me and asked tentatively, âWhat
do you need us to do?â
âJust do some acting!â I responded. After taking a look at the surroundings, I calmly said to them, âI
want you two to act out the incident that night. And after you guys are done, it would nice if each of you
could give me your confessions as well.
Upon hearing the second request of mine, their faces immediately turned pale. âMs. Stovall, we could
re-enact the scenes for you. As for the confession part, weâve already been paid. Therefore, we canât
expose our clientâs identity. That would violate the trust between us,â one of them responded.
I nodded as I fiddled with my phone out of boredom and said, âWell, if thatâs the case, then thereâs no
point for you two to act out the scenes. I assume that both of you have wives and kids, right? How
about this, Iâll return the favor of what you guys did to me by getting rid of yourâ¦â
Before finishing my statement, I turned to look at Marcus and feigned a smile. âI donât want to kill
anyone though, especially kids. Is there anything worse than death that I can put them through?â I
queried.
Marcus thought about it for a while before responding, âHow about chopping their limbs off or make
themâ¦â
âYou two are callous b*stards!â Both of them were getting riled up and tried to lunge themselves toward
us but to no avail as they were pinned down by the bodyguards.
Although I was livid after hearing what these hypocrites said, I managed to retain my sangfroid before
uttering, âOh, so weâre the heartless ones, huh? Said the guys who left the child and me in my belly to
rot in this abandoned warehouse just for a few hundred thousand. I was about to give birth to my child,
but you pieces of sh*t tied my legs and blocked his way out. Do you know how he died in the end? He
was suffocated to death in my belly. The two of you should be grateful that I didnât ask you to pay me
back with your childrenâs lives. So what are you guys whining about?â