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.

unsettling me. I gripped

own body," Herschel's voice was so

many storms in his life, always

me of your mother,"

who was a stranger

I never exchanged a

be happy in another world by

have been beautiful,

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

Jacqueline, right?" I

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

felt regret and guilt about Conrad's and

didn't want him to dwell on what Conrad owed

reply, just watched

saw

tell me, and Conrad had flown me

for this

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

me, "Stop looking into your parents'

that this was what Herschel wanted to

in my throat.

flickered briefly. "Because... I

happiness have to do with investigating my