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.

were carrying him out, rushing. I wanted to follow, but my legs wouldn't

managed to speak, but no one

away by the authorities; Conrad was also rushed to the hospital. I sat numbly

waited outside the emergency room from dawn until dusk, but the lights in the

to ask, but

a calmness that belied her worry.

have

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

him, huh? But you're wrong," Yolande

why, but my

you for moving on. He did it to protect you, and in the end, he did just

Looking close

noticed large

me from the hits and Yolande either dodging or catching them, I realized those bruises