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

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

not finish

to stay in the hospital for a few

nodded, agreeing to everything they said.

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

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

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

all night had taken its

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

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

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

shot me a nod and bolted from

my arms, wild and desperate, her screams piercing the air.

her as she

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

and haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were

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