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.

with complexity, unsettling me. I gripped his hand tighter.

know my own body," Herschel's voice was

many storms in his life, always with

remind me of your mother," Herschel suddenly

brought to mind Judie, that girl who was a stranger yet shared a striking resemblance to

I

in

mom must have been beautiful, then," I said with a

mother was... she was also very

Jacqueline, right?" I skillfully

fluttered. "Felicia, you... are a good kid. You will...

understood his sentiment; he felt regret and guilt about Conrad's and my

didn't want him to dwell on

didn't reply, just watched

first saw me, his

tell me, and Conrad had flown me

this meeting.

minutes, so I asked, "Herschel, what did you want to

me, "Stop

shocked that this was what Herschel wanted

the dryness in my throat. "Why? Herschel, why can't I

flickered briefly. "Because... I want you

to do with investigating my parents'