No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 196



After finishing my last sip of oatmeal, the question that had been lingering in my mind since yesterday finally surfaced. "Those guys didn't bother you again, did they?" As I asked, my eyes instinctively scanned his hands and face for any signs of injury. Thankfully, there were none.

"No," Ernest seemed to catch the drift of my concern, "Even if they did, they're no match for me."

Such confidence!

I then probed him about something more serious, "Have you found anything about your dad's car accident? Who's trying to intimidate you by pinning it on someone?"

Ernest looked at me, "They're afraid I'll dig up something about my father's boss' death."

Ernest was being cryptic, only revealing bits and pieces, so I had to press on, "Was your dad's boss some big shot? Does his death affect anyone's interests?"

"People die, and after over a decade, those interests don't matter anymore. They're afraid of the kid my dad's boss left behind holding a grudge," Ernest's words unexpectedly tightened my throat.

"Your dad's boss had a child? Have you met them? Do they know you're investigating?" I bombarded him with questions.

Ernest averted his gaze, "She doesn't know yet."

sure what to say next, but after a moment, I

Ernest didn't

putting yourself in danger. Those guys from yesterday clearly

in Ernest's eyes as he met my gaze, "What, worried about

or his boss, they're gone. Uncovering the truth won't bring them back, and it's not

deepened. "Is

past," I echoed the advice my dad used to give my mom, something I've always remembered. "Okay, I understand." Ernest

knowing what else to say

just leave, I watched Ernest finish off the meal throwing him a compliment to lighten the mood, "Did you pick up your cooking skills in the military? You weren't in the kitchen patrol,

he wasn't. He had told me he was in Special

has been frail since she was a kid, a picky eater. That's how

"You have a sister?"

clarified,

my lips, "You

glancing at me briefly, "I haven't

my age? Is she in school or

silent, his grip on his fork

like I had stepped on a landmine,