No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 352



The thought that it had been over a decade since my parents' tragic car accident crossed my mind, and a sardonic smile flickered across my face. “Is this really necessary anymore?"

"To get in touch with you if anything comes up," he retorted in a way that took me aback.

What could possibly come up after all these years since the accident? Yet, I left my number as he requested and walked away.

Clutching the death certificate, the only thing missing now was the cremation permit. That was something only Herschel could help me with, but he was currently ill, so I had no choice but to turn to Jacqueline.

"Felicia, what brings you here?" Jacqueline's surprise seemed to outweigh her delight upon seeing me.

“Jacqueline, I need to discuss something. Can we talk inside?" Whether it was from running around dealing with Susie Collins' affairs or because of my period, I felt utterly drained and a bit dizzy today.

"Oh, let's sit in the gazebo instead. It's too stuffy inside," Jacqueline suggested as she linked her arm with mine.

Without giving it much thought, I followed her. She called out to the housekeeper, "Irma, could you bring out the fruit and the sweet soup I've been simmering?"

to me, "Felicia, you look a

that time of the

I'll ask Irma to sweeten it a bit," Jacqueline said, rising to her feet, "Felicia, sit tight for a moment." But I wasn't here for small talk. I stood up as well, “Jacqueline, there's

bag, "Jacqueline, I need to close out my parents' accounts, and I'm missing

shock passed through Jacqueline's eyes, quickly replaced by a look of sympathy, "Why

parents' house is being demolished. I need to have

it."

respond immediately. After a moment, she hugged me, "Maybe it's for the

a while before letting go, "The permit has always been in Herschel's drawer. I'll fetch it for you. Just a

her inside and leave as soon as I got the document, but

the housekeeper

out

fruit and the now

soup, Jacqueline instructing Sweet

"Put

some more sugar in

over the soup, offering to get the sugar, but I stopped her, "No need, Irma." "It's necessary. The lady wouldn't be pleased otherwise. She treats you like her own daughter." Understanding the housekeeper's concern about displeasing Jacqueline, I didn't protest further. As I waited, the housekeeper added the sugar to the soup and stirred it well before leaving.