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.

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

speak, but no one

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

dusk, but the lights in the

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

down and wait," Yolande said, pulling me to a seat with a calmness that belied her worry. I knew her concern for Ernest was

have

her gaze distant. Those hits wouldn't have been a big

huh?

to ask why, but my

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

Looking close

noticed large

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