No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 401

Chapter 401

Chapter 401



Herschel's struggle to speak was so palpable that tears instantly flooded my eyes.

I had seen Herschel in many lights - bold, towering, a force to be reckoned with. But never like this, so frail and diminished.

"Don't cry, Felicia... don't cry," Herschel said, mustering his strength to lift his hand, aiming to wipe away my tears.

I clasped his hand firmly, using my own shirt to dab at my eyes instead.

Wait!

The shirt wasn't mine; it belonged to Conrad.

He had whisked me away from the hotel, at a time when I was merely in my pajamas. Once we got into his car, he offered his jacket to me.

I had wanted to refuse, but clad only in a spaghetti strap nightgown, I wasn't in a state to meet anyone. So, I accepted, and had been wearing it ever since.

"Yeah, no more tears," I said, lifting my tear-streaked face, managing a strained smile.

tender yet filled with complexity, unsettling me. I gripped his hand tighter. "Herschel, you're going to be okay. You have to

know my own body," Herschel's voice

so many storms in his life, always with clarity and

remind me of your mother," Herschel suddenly

who was a stranger yet shared

and I never exchanged a

must be happy in another

beautiful, then,"

smiled faintly. "Yes, your mother was... she was also

Jacqueline, right?" I

you... are a good kid. You will... find

felt regret and guilt

treats me well," I didn't

didn't reply, just watched

I entered, since he first saw me,

mentioned he had something to tell me, and Conrad had flown me

this meeting.

had mentioned we only had two minutes, so I

Herschel called me, "Stop looking

this was what

in my throat. "Why? Herschel,

flickered briefly. "Because... I want you to

my happiness have to do with investigating