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.

you to face that cruel moment, it was

devoid of any expression, the grief seemingly

feared this day would come. He wanted you to resent him, hoping it would lessen your pain

back in Houston, he knew," Yolande's words sent shivers down

because Jefferson was in trouble, because of

Conrad

real. Ernest

about some

from me, walked right into the trap

was it

No!

bait to lure him into this trap, with Jefferson

all this, I suddenly remembered Ernest's last words to me,

the Wage

to say about the

were few, but the mention of the Wagner family, could it mean he knew Dustin Wagner was behind

my suspicions, I felt a chill run

this was Dustin's doing,

swore to myself that

beyond my reach

Ernest's tall frame

resentment, and unwillingness,