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."

had somehow accepted the grim reality of Ernest's failed surgery, her

was Ernest, eyes closed as

handsome, a quiet moment where I could be unabashedly affectionate. But now, I

remained motionless, and I was too scared to even touch his

up, Felicia's here," she tried

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

pouring down my face non-stop, my throat felt like it was being squeezed by some

touched my

warm, gently wiping away

don't just cry," Yolande

cry, but I couldn't help it. Remembering the doctor's words, I fought to control my grief grabbed

blurted out,

caressing my tear-streaked nex

surprised by my outburst at such

warm, illuminating smile that seemed to brighten the whole world. His eyelashes fluttered, as if he wanted

peaked, holding his

my cheek, "Ernest, you're

of your word. You

cozy

you haven't