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 a few bright red drops of blood on the hallway floor

did not finish

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

agreeing to everything they

who had just finished the admission paperwork, came in and suggested, “Why

my head and settled into a chair by the bed, too tired to

managed to find

one, but it was spacious enough to fit two beds without much trouble. I did not protest. After the

night had taken its toll on

following morning, as dawn was breaking, a

terror. Maxwell was right

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

a nod and bolted from the

piercing

gripped her as

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

of recognition crossed her frantic eyes. She turned, her gaze blood- red and haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were

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