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

bright red drops of blood

did not finish until

white coats told me, “She’s stable for now, but she’ll need to stay in the hospital for a few days. It’s

nodded, 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?

bed, too tired to

he managed to find another hospital bed and

room was meant for one, but it was spacious enough to fit two beds without much trouble. I did not protest. After the miscarriage, my abdomen was

all night had taken its

was breaking, a piercing

in terror. Maxwell was right there, trying

door. Leaping out of bed, I wrapped my arms around

shot me a nod and

piercing the air. “Don’t touch me! Get off!

her as she

over her cries, “Sweety,

haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were swallowed

heart in pieces, words of comfort lodged in my throat. All I could do was stroke her back, hoping to soothe her