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

of blood on the hallway floor was

not finish

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,

agreeing to everything

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

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

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

did not protest. After the miscarriage, my

up all night had taken its

as dawn was breaking, a piercing scream

was Sweety. She had come to, her face twisted in terror. Maxwell was right

out of bed, I wrapped my arms around

shot me a nod and bolted from the

screams piercing the air. “Don’t

knew terror had gripped her as

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

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

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