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

drops of blood

not finish until midnight.

in the hospital for a few days. It’s important for family to be

to everything they said.

was still out cold from the surgery. Maxwell, who had just finished the admission paperwork, came in

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

realizing he could not convince me, stopped trying. Somehow, he managed

did not protest. After the miscarriage, my abdomen was still tender, and the

up all night had taken its

morning, as dawn was breaking, a piercing

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

made a dash for the door. Leaping out of bed, I wrapped my arms around her, my voice raspy with urgency. “Maxwell, get the

a nod and bolted from the

screams piercing the air. “Don’t touch me! Get off! Leave me alone!”

had gripped her as she

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

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. It was a

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