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 the

to stay in the hospital for a few days.

agreeing to

paperwork, came in and suggested, “Why don’t I

bed, too tired to move.

not convince me, stopped trying. Somehow, he managed to find another hospital bed and insisted I rest on it.

but it was spacious enough to fit two beds without much trouble. I did not

night had taken

breaking, a piercing scream jolted me

face twisted in terror. Maxwell was right there, trying

watched in panic as Sweety made a dash for the door. Leaping out of bed, I wrapped my arms

shot me a nod and bolted from

and desperate, her screams piercing the air. “Don’t touch me! Get off! Leave me alone!”

had gripped her as she was not herself.

her, yelling over her cries, “Sweety, look at me! It’s Yvette, I’m

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 through

my throat. All I could do was stroke her back, hoping