No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 618

"What do you mean?"

Yolande just couldn't accept it, gripping the doctor's arm, demanding the explanation I was too shocked to articulate.

"Just go see him," was all the doctor offered.

Yolande clung to the doctor, desperate for more information, until a resident finally elaborated, "The patient's skull was severely fractured, and despite successful suturing, the bleeding in his brain hasn't stopped. Multiple hemorrhages... You should see him now, while there's still time..."

With those harsh words, Yolande finally released the doctor.

She pulled herself together and headed toward the ICU, stopping to glance back at me before she came back to help me on my feet, guiding me into the room.

The lights in the ICU were blinding, stabbing at my eyes.

Ernest lay there, draped in a hospital gown, an oxygen mask strapped to his face, his head swathed in bandages.

I couldn't bring myself to walk closer.

It was Yolande who nudged me forward, "Say what you need to say to him, before... before it's too late."

the grim reality of Ernest's failed surgery, her resilience outshining

to his bedside, and there was

be unabashedly affectionate. But now, I was terrified of this stillness. "Ernest," Yolande's voice cracked

too

up, Felicia's here," she

his eyes, focusing on me after a few seconds. Instead of the cold indifference feared his gaze was filled with

pouring down my face non-stop, my throat felt like

my face,

was warm, gently

just cry," Yolande

want to cry, but I couldn't help it. Remembering the doctor's words, I fought to

blurted out, "Ernest, you

caressing my tear-streaked nex

by my outburst at such a

whole world. His eyelashes fluttered, as if

peaked, holding

cheek,

word. You

a cozy

you haven't yet...