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.

him out, rushing. I wanted to follow, but my legs wouldn't cooperate; they felt

finally managed to speak,

rushed to the hospital. I sat numbly in

dusk, but the lights in the surgery

to ask, but all I

a seat with a calmness that belied her

have fractured

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

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

to ask why, but my mouth wouldn't

left you not because he stopped loving you or blamed you for moving on. He did it to protect you,

Looking close

noticed large

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