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."

but after a moment, I asked, "Are you going to continue with

Ernest

from yesterday

fearless resolve flashed in Ernest's eyes as he

carried a hint of ambiguity, but I nodded, cautioning him, "Ernest, whether it's your father or his boss, they're gone. Uncovering the truth won't bring them back, and it's not

gaze deepened. "Is that what you

my dad

else to say

a compliment to lighten the mood, "Did you pick up your cooking skills in the military? You weren't in the kitchen patrol, were

He had told me he was

a picky eater. That's how I

"You have a sister?"

clarified, as

my lips, "You never mentioned

eating, glancing at me briefly, "I haven't had the

in school or working?" My curiosity got the better of

grip on his fork

I felt like I had stepped on a landmine, unsure of what