When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 367

Chapter 367

In comparison, peace and harmony were what's best.

That night, I stayed at Glenwood Apartments and had a pretty good night's sleep. I didn't even hearSummer crying from hunger in the middle of the night.

It was only the following day when Jackson asked me if Summer's crying had bothered me that Ifound out.

I shook my head and yawned. “After breakfast,” I said as I looked at him, “remember to accompanyme to the hospital.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Don’t even think about it. You broke it off for four months; how could youshow up when you want to.”

Nick was done in the kitchen. He emerged, clad in a tailor-made suit; and looked very dashing.When Jackson and I came out, he said, “Tll go into the office in a while. It's a busy time as we tookon some new projects. Here's some breakfast for you and Summer.”

I nodded and noticed that he slid an egg very carefully onto Jackson's plate. I felt curious, How didthey end up together?

Nick caught me looking: “Doesnt look appetizing?” he said.

I shook my head and changed the subject. “Did John leave a young lady at your company?”Jackson pondered for a moment. “Are you referring to the one called Yvonne?”

“That's her.” I nodded.

Jackson paused to take a sip of milk. “I don't know what's going on right now with them. John toldme that it was your intention, so I took her in.”

What?When did I say such a thing?

Jackson saw me frown. “It's her first day today. Do you want me to keep an eye on her?”

“No, that won't be necessary,” I replied. “I was just curious.”

On

Nick was in a hurry; he left shortly afterward. Jackson and I had some breakfast, and I pestered himagain to take me to the hospital.

An hour later, we were at the gynecologist's consultation room.

Jackson held Summer as I sat opposite the doctor's office. I asked sheepishly, “Doctor, it was fourmonths since I delivered my child. Since she died, I couldn't produce any more milk. Is it stillpossible to breastfeed now?”

The gynecologist was a woman of fifty or so. She cast a glance to Jackson at my side and the childin his arms, and said, “Under normal circumstances, that would be impossible. Of course, there is asmall chance to, as many new mothers are able to breastfeed up to six months after delivery.

But it all depends on the individual.”

After a brief pause, she continued. “We don't recommend that you go for specialized therapy, butyou could let your husband give it a go. Usually, a combination of diet and sexual stimulation isenough to induce lactation.”

It took a while for the full meaning of her words to register on me. I blushed furiously and wasabout to retort but I stopped myself. Instead, I chose to disregard that part. “What do I have to payattention to in my diet?".

"Consume food that encourages breast milk secretion, look up herbal remedies as well. I don't haveany for sale, but I could write you a prescription for the ingredients. Other people prefer massages,but we won't recommend you doing that. It's been four months for you; if the masseuse is overlyheavy-handed, they could damage your mammary glands. Your husband

could give you a hand with that. And let your child keep trying. The pressure from her suction won'thurt you.”

At that, she bent over and wrote my prescription. After handing it to me, she added, “This processwould require positivity and decent sleep to work. Make sure you get plenty of those!”

I nodded, still flushed in the face. After thanking the gynecologist, we departed the hospital.Jackson was still holding Summer. He let out a cough and he turned to me. “This will take a toll onyour body. Sumuner has been on milk powder for three months, and other than being slightly frailfor her age, she doesn’t appear unhealthy. Should we just forgo this?"

Studying the prescription, I pursed my lips. “Summer is my child. If I am able to breastfeed her, whyshouldn't I? We owe it to her to try. You wouldn't want her to be sickly when she gets older, wouldyou?”

Jackson nodded. “Be that as it may, but the doctor said that it could harm you. Four months is apretty long time. It would be difficult to start again after that long.”

“Let's go,” I said, in an effort to end the conversation. I reached over and took Summer from hisarms and got into the car.

Jackson got into the driver's seat, clearly unsatisfied with the way our chat was going. Butsomething on the outside caught his eye and he froze.

I followed his gaze and saw a woman dressed in a hospital gown outside of the patient's ward. Shewas walking alongside a man in a black suit. He had a cold-looking demeanor.

WIS

It was clear that he had just visited the woman at the hospital, and was accompanying her for a walkaround the hospital grounds.

Jackson looked over at me. “What's the situation now between you and Ashton?”

I slammed the car door shut and watched the couple return to the hospital. “Contemplatingdivorce.”

Jackson frowned, “Because of him and Rebecca?”

I frowned back at him. “Isn’t that enough?”

He started the car without another word. After a period of silence, he said, “If you still care abouteach other, you should talk it out. Divorce is too rash.”

I didn't respond. Looking back out at the hospital, they were nowhere to be found. Ashton hadalready escorted Rebecca back in

“Let's go! We have a herbal recipe to prepare,” I said, with as much calmness as I could muster.

It's been so many years: I'm numb to these feelings. Even anger is unnecessary at this point.