No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 299



"Felicia is a pushover!" That was what Conrad and Haley used to think of me. My non-confrontational attitude made them think I was an easy target, but little did they know I couldn't care less.

Since that was the case, I had to show them even the softest peach had a pit.

My sharp words instantly made Conrad's face turn sour. "Felicia."

"Let go!" I snapped at him again.

But he didn't. Instead, he said, "I'm not blaming you. I just, um, wanted to let you know."

"Trying to make me sick?" My words were harsh. Each one aimed to sting him. "No need. I don't want to hear it."

My words got under Conrad's skin, his temples throbbing with visible veins. I knew he was holding back, biting his tongue. His eyes trembled as he looked at me, a departure from his usual storm-out-the-door reaction.

But it was different. After holding my gaze for seconds, Conrad spoke, "The amusement park is opening as scheduled, and I want you there."

I felt a tightness in my chest, unable to voice my refusal. That amusement park meant more to me than only a project I was involved in. It held a special significance.

I genuinely wanted to be there. When it was first under construction, I dreamt of standing at its highest point on opening day, sharing the moment with my dad.

But at the moment...

go because of me, I can stay away that day,"

at him. "No

delivered a heartbreaking retort, "You've meant nothing to me

face stiffened, and he murmured in a low voice, "Do you have

didn't engage further, instead reaching for the car door. "I have things

be there?" Conrad asked before

said with force as I pulled, and with his

saw Conrad visibly shake from the impact, stepping back as if he had been abandoned

I drove out of the parking lot, I sighed, glanced at the documents on the passenger seat, and sped up to find an open space

deep breath and picked up the accident report, flipping through

I couldn't bear to read any longer,

understood why

me to know these details. They feared I couldn't handle it. Even in black and

my hands clenched to steady myself. I never imagined my parents' deaths

unrecognizable. If their names

the report, I would have refused to believe it was really

strength to check who it was, let alone

myself to continue with the report, my hands trembled so much that I couldn't hold the

Eventually darkness encroached