Facade of Love

Chapter 117 This Whole year had been my Own Wishful Thinking

He scrunched his eyebrows together, his voice deep and resonant. “What do you mean?”

I did not say another word. I just walked over to the emergency room door, wrapped my arms around myself, and crouched down against the wall.

The wind in the hallway was howling as if it was cruelly mocking all my wishful thinking over the

years

“‘Yvette.

Idris tried to speak to me, but Moore cut him off.

“Iddy!” Moore looked pale, her eyes full of worry as she glanced at Idris’s bleeding hand, tears welling up. “Iddy, you need to get that hand looked at before it’s too late.

Liam, who had been silent until that moment, finally turned his attention to Idris’s hand, which was dripping with blood. He inhaled sharply and said, “If we don’t get that wound treated soon, you’re going to lose your hand. I’m taking you to the doctor.”

Without waiting for a response, Liam grabbed Idris’s other hand and led him away.

I watched them go, feeling nothing. My heart was like still water, undisturbed

few bright red drops of blood on the hallway floor

not finish until midnight. When

she’ll need to stay in the hospital for a few days. It’s important for family

agreeing to everything they

was still out cold from the surgery. Maxwell, who had just finished the admission paperwork, came in and suggested, “Why don’t I stay here tonight? You’ve just had

bed, too tired to move. There was no way I could leave

he managed to find

spacious enough to fit two beds without much trouble. I did not protest.

all night had taken its toll

breaking, a piercing scream jolted me

come to, her face twisted in terror. Maxwell was right there, trying to

made a dash for the door. Leaping out of bed, I wrapped my arms around her, my voice raspy with urgency. “Maxwell,

me a nod and bolted from the room.

desperate, her screams piercing the air.

knew terror had gripped her as she was

over her cries, “Sweety, look at me!

sound of her name, a flicker of recognition crossed her frantic eyes. She turned, her gaze blood- red and haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were swallowed by sobs that shook her whole b*dy. It was a raw, tearing sound that cut

in my throat. All I could do was