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

sight of a few bright red drops of blood on

not finish until midnight. When

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

agreeing to everything they

in and suggested, “Why don’t I stay here tonight? You’ve just had a miscarriage, so

a chair by the bed, too tired

he managed to find another hospital bed and insisted I rest on

two beds without much trouble. I did not protest. After the miscarriage, my abdomen was still tender,

up all night had taken its toll

as dawn was breaking, a piercing scream jolted me awake.

Maxwell was right there, trying to calm her, but nothing

made a dash for the door. Leaping out of bed, I wrapped my arms

and bolted

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

had gripped her as she

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

“Yvette… you’re…” Her words were swallowed by sobs that shook her whole b*dy. It was a raw, tearing sound that cut

in my throat. All I could do was stroke her