No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 616

Ernest! Ernest!

I wanted to shout, but it was like an invisible hand was squeezing my throat, silencing me.

I couldn't even muster the energy to stand and check on Ernest, lying motionless on the ground. "Ernest, talk to me, please, Ernest," Yolande cried, cradling him, shaking him, her voice breaking.

But Ernest remained still, eerily silent. I'd never seen him this quiet before. Even when we shared a bed, his sleep was light; a mere whisper or a gentle nudge would wake him. But now, he didn't respond to Yolande's desperate calls. What happened to him?!

"Brown, call an ambulance, for God's sake, call now!" Yolande screamed at Brown, tears streaming down her face.

Her talk of calling an ambulance snapped me out of my daze, setting off a scary thought in my head. I finally found a bit of strength and struggled to sit up, crawling toward Ernest. "Felicia, Rad," Jefferson's familiar voice called from the door, followed by a rush of people crowding in.

Jefferson helped me up but blocked my view of Ernest.

time I could see Ernest again, two people were carrying him out, rushing. I wanted to

managed to speak, but

Conrad was also rushed to the hospital. I sat

room from dawn until dusk, but the lights in the surgery room

doctor came out, I rushed to ask, but all I got was, "We're doing

said, pulling me to a seat with a calmness that belied her worry. I knew her concern for Ernest was no

must have

was holding him, I felt a soft spot," Yolande mumbled, her gaze distant. Those hits wouldn't have been a big deal for him if it weren't for that hit to the back of his head... He was trying to protect

hate him, huh? But you're wrong," Yolande turned to

ask why, but my mouth

not because he stopped loving you or blamed you for moving on. He did it to protect you, and in the end, he

Looking close

noticed large

and Yolande either dodging or catching them, I realized those bruises