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

finish until midnight. When

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 her mood.”

to everything they

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

chair by the bed, too tired to move. There was no way I could leave Sweety alone.

he managed to find another hospital

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 me.

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

She had come to, her face twisted in terror. Maxwell was right there, trying to calm her, but nothing seemed

I wrapped my arms around her, my voice raspy with urgency. “Maxwell, get the doctor

nod and bolted from the

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

her as she was not

cries, “Sweety, look

sound of her name, a flicker of recognition crossed her frantic eyes. She turned, her gaze blood- red and haunted. “Yvette… you’re…” Her words were swallowed by sobs that shook her whole b*dy.

close, my own heart in pieces, words of comfort lodged in my throat. All I could do