Facade of Love

Chapter 117

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 a few bright red drops of blood on the hallway floor was

surgery did not finish until midnight.

room doors swung open, the doctors in their white coats told me, “She’s stable for now, but she’ll need to stay in

agreeing to everything they said.

the hospital room, Sweety 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?

settled into a chair by the bed, too tired to move. There

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

trouble. I did not protest. After

all night had taken its toll on

morning, as dawn was breaking, a piercing scream jolted me

come to, her face twisted in terror. Maxwell was

I wrapped my arms around her,

me a nod and bolted from

in my arms, wild and desperate, her screams piercing the air. “Don’t touch me! Get

had gripped her as she was not

clung to her, yelling over her cries, “Sweety,

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

of comfort lodged in my throat. All I could

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