No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 621

I lifted my foot and moved forward, with Jefferson supporting me towards the entrance. Before we even entered, I saw someone coming out, cradling a black box in their arms, their face etched with sorrow and confusion.

My gaze fell on the box in their arms, and I momentarily lost my breath.

Jefferson tightened his grip on my hand, a subtle gesture that pulled me back to reality, and we continued inside.

Almost immediately, my eyes found Yolande. She was standing with her back to the door, her expression hidden from me, but even from this angle, her silhouette radiated profound despair and sadness. I couldn't move any further; my steps halted.

Jefferson stopped as well, and both of us remained silent.

Yolande seemed to sense something and gently turned around, revealing she was also holding a black box in her hands.

In that moment, it felt like darkness was gonna swallow me up and I nearly lost it.

Yolande approached, saying, "This was Ernest's wish, and he... he wanted you to take him back, to lay him to rest in that field both of you loved."

My eyes remained fixated on the black box, memories of Ernest and I in that cool, grassy field flashing before me.

But he broke his promise, and what's worse, he left me with the task of burying him there.

Was this his way of ensuring my heartbreak?

"Why didn't you wait for me?" I stared at the black box, unable to grasp the reality that Ernest, once so full of life, was reduced to this.

cruel moment, it was something Ernest had arranged," Yolande's words shifted my gaze

face was devoid of any expression, the grief seemingly

to resent him, hoping it would lessen your pain when facing his death," Yolande then looked down at the

he set foot back in Houston, he knew," Yolande's words sent

because Jefferson was in trouble, because of

Conrad

real. Ernest

feared about

it from me, walked right into the

was it

No!

bait to lure him into this trap,

all this, I suddenly

the Wage

he trying to say about the

the Wagner family, could it mean he knew Dustin Wagner

that diary and my suspicions, I felt a chill run down

all this was Dustin's doing, his

myself that I'd settle

beyond

that small box, imagining Ernest's tall frame confined within,

with hatred, resentment, and