No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 384



Ernest glanced over and asked me, "You wanna head over?"

I shook my head gently. Right then, Mack needed solitude more than anything.

Ernest said nothing more. After a few seconds, I averted my gaze, "Let's go."

As we drove away, I caught a glimpse of Mack through the rearview mirror, still standing there, motionless. The image of him, as if howling at the sky in despair, seemed almost tangible.

Ernest's presence had me distracted all the way to Susie's hospital room.

He didn't say a word, but as we entered, he took my hand.

The moment our fingers interlocked, I understood his sentiment and flashed him a smile, "I won't be a bother to Susie."

"I just don't want to interrupt your meal," he squeezed my hand gently, "Everyone has their own grief to bear, best to navigate it on their own."

"Mhmm," I said, pushing open the door to the hospital room.

Susie was reading a book but immediately dropped it and ran towards us when she saw us, "Bro, Licia."

She seemed even more lively and enthusiastic than back in that idyllic little courtyard, like a bird freed from its cage.

"Why are you guys here so early? Did you bring me something to eat?" Susie wrapped her arms around me, her eyes darting to the food container in Ernest's hand.

for you; we're going to eat together," my words made

her head on my shoulder, "Then

for you. You need to cut back on greasy foods, stick to a light

feel like I'm turning into a monk, I want meat," Susie was

her forehead, "At

brother," Susie complained

surgery, he'll cook meat for all your meals," I told her, patting her hair, "Your surgery

was certain this news hadn't been shared with her before, to

it's postponed

on. So, you need

of yourself these

No getting

pulled her close, looking at her youthful, radiant face, "Just hold on a little

to Ernest. Seeing

as she smiled,

her eyes,

hugged me,

mean,

only telling me

couldn't help but smile at her words, "Yes, we're the bad guys for not

Fanny, but my mind kept replaying

me to take a detour

last; the room was bustling with