Facade of Love

Chapter 299 Missing Me Too?

I had wanted to tell Mom not to bother coming, but the call ended before I got the chance. Sighing, I pocketed my phone and glanced at Inch, who was silently perched on a waiting room chair. He was covered in dried mud, looking like a doll that had been tossed into a puddle. My mind had been on Charlie, but seeing Inch in that state, I inhaled sharply and said, “Inch, I’ve got things covered here. Go home, shower, grab a bite, and rest up.”

He was pale but shook his head, “No worries, I’ll wait for Mr. Yates.” His determination was evident, and I realized talking him out of it was a no–go. I was about to grab some food for him when suddenly….

“Bang!” The OR doors flew open, and a doctor in a white coat stepped out.

Inch shot up and hurried over. “Doc, how is Mr. Yates?”

The doctor hesitated, peeling off his gloves, and said, “We’ve managed to save his leg for now, but it’s all about how he heals up. If he doesn’t take it easy, he’ll be heading for trouble.”

With that, the doctor walked off.

Hearing the doctor’s update, Inch and I let out a collective sigh of relief.

surgery. He was a shade paler, and when his eyes met ours, he tried to

got us moving on some

crew to Charlie’s room, got him settled, and the doc dropped a list of recovery do’s and

room cleared out, a heavy silence hung in the air.

a brief pause, I managed to say, “The doc says you’re on a strict water diet until the meds wear off. No food, and no sleep.

the surgery, so even though he was tired, sleep was not on the menu until the drugs faded.

his voice barely above a whisper. “Why did you

moisten his lips, thinking it over, then said, “We found my mom and Maxwell, and things in Lorrell are chill, so we all headed back.

on his lips. “So, you came back

could not hide my worry. I nodded, “Yeah, Mr. Yates, I owe you big

at me, his eyes, almost shut from exhaustion, his lashes nearly hiding the depths of his dark eyes, his voice rough,

the all–clear,” I said, trying to sound

Missing

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