No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 719

"Where did you bury that urn?" he suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

A faint smile appeared on Ernest's pale face. "Relax, I didn't mean anything by it."

He tried to sit up, wanting to get closer. I instinctively leaned in, and he whispered, "Remember, there's a tracker hidden in that urn. A lot of info from my phone is synced to it. If anything happens to me, use that tracker to call the cops." I was stunned. Such a big secret hidden in an urn.

And Yolande Clark was the one who gave it to me. So, did Yolande know too?

The thought of Yolande soured my mood. "Why didn't you have Yolande handle this?"

Ernest chuckled softly. "Jealous now?"

I snorted, and Ernest explained, "She and I are just comrades-in-arms, nothing romantic. Plus..."

He paused, catching his breath, "She doesn't know about the tracker. She's the one who filled the urn."

I was puzzled. "How did you manage to hide the tracker in there?"

"What do you think?" He had the audacity to quiz me.

I wasn't clueless. "You tampered with the urn?"

laughed softly. "Smart. That's

had finally admitted he was

so long for this, I bit him lightly, tasting a salty tang. I pressed

soon after, and as Ernest was being loaded in, he murmured, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Despite his assurance,

"Felicia..."

to speak, I accused, "It was

"What?" He feigned ignorance.

hit by a car, and was beaten up. It

a moment. "You think I did

think?"

night, and I apologize. As for Phipps, I owe him. He stopped me from making a grave mistake.

him?"

offering an apology and clearing himself of any

silent, and Dustin pressed,

room," I said, watching

he continued

"Dustin, if anything happens

up, I sat there, staring

blood and

for Ernest to emerge, but Dustin and