No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 220



During my visit to his family home, I knew Susie must have spilled the beans to him.

"If you like it there, maybe in the future..." he started, then paused, leaving his sentence hanging in the air.

I quirked an eyebrow. "In the future, what?"

Ernest swallowed hard, "In the future... we could retire there."

"Just me?" I blurted out before my brain could catch up.

"I'd be with you, if you want," he shot back, always one to cut to the chase.

But at that moment, I balked. Who knows what the future holds, especially something as distant as growing old.

"I talked to a specialist for Susie. Send me her medical records," I quickly changed the subject.

Just last night, I was internally mocking Fanny for being an ostrich, burying her head in the sand. Turns out, I'm not so different. Sure, I might be a bit of an ostrich sometimes, but I've also got other things on my plate, like playing hard to get with Ernest. Fanny once said the reason Conrad always seemed so nonchalant, taking me for granted, was simple. I was too easy to get.

People tend to value what they have to work for. Like when you're given a piece of fruit, you wouldn't hesitate to toss it if you don't want it. No big deal. But if you bought it yourself, even if it tastes off, you'd probably eat it anyway.

Ernest fell silent, and recalling Susie's concerns, I knew he was worried.

assess the surgical risks, then you can

than standard heart surgery because of her

only mentioned her problematic blood type, not any

other issues?" I pressed for

to know everything to better

aside, leaning against a railing. I followed, seeing the seriousness on his

tumor," Ernest's voice was

knowledge, I understood that a brain tumor was

Ernest's stoic face, struggling for

"Congenital!"

the heart condition and the brain

girl, was doomed by

she wouldn't live past twenty,"

I realized I

Susie

age during the days

I

together. I glanced att's

old is

"Neen!"

meant she only

a vibrant and radiant girl

be right. She