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

red drops of blood on

not finish

doors swung open, the doctors in their white coats told me, “She’s stable for now, but she’ll need to stay in the hospital for a few days. It’s important for family to be with her, especially to keep an eye on her

agreeing to everything they said.

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

too tired

he managed to

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

taken its toll

morning, as dawn was breaking, a

face twisted in terror. Maxwell was right there, trying

bed, I wrapped my arms around her, my voice raspy with urgency.

a nod and bolted from the room.

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

gripped her as she

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

red and haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were swallowed by sobs that shook her whole

close, my own heart in pieces, words of comfort lodged in my throat.