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

drops of

did not finish

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

agreeing to everything they said.

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

too tired to move. There was no way

trying. Somehow, he managed to find another hospital bed and insisted I rest

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 still tender, and the thought of lying down

had taken its toll on

breaking, a piercing scream jolted me

to, her face twisted in terror. Maxwell was right

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

nod and bolted from the

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

had gripped her

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

turned, her gaze blood- red and haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were swallowed by sobs that shook

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