No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 720

My heart leapt to my throat at the sight before me, even though he had warned me not to be afraid.

"How is he, Doctor?" I asked anxiously as I approached.

"He's in a bad way," the doctor said, his voice grave. "There's bleeding in his brain that's pressing on nerves. He's unconscious for now." His ambiguous response left me questioning whether Ernest's condition was truly dire or just part of his elaborate ruse. Allen and Dustin both frowned deeply. Allen couldn't help but blurt out, "Seriously? Just got a few knocks and he's out cold?"

"The man has a brain bleed," the doctor reiterated, maintaining a stern demeanor.

Allen was about to argue further when Dustin interjected, "I'll bring in a specialist for another opinion. If anything happens to him, I'd never be able to clear my name."

His words were intended for me, serving as a pretext to bring someone to assess Ernest's condition.

"Alright," the doctor agreed, though visibly displeased at having his abilities questioned.

I was weary of their scheming and decided to follow the nurse to the hospital room, with Allen trailing closely behind. "Ms. Hudson, you're not seriously seeing Phipps as that man you lost, are you?" he asked. "And what if I am? What's it to you?" I snapped back.

Though Allen hadn't harmed Ernest, his reasons for dragging him into the Sapphire Lounge were clearly dubious.

Allen replied, seemingly

doorway, giving Allen a pointed

towards the room. "Just want to see for myself if he's really as bad off as they

of them

I had to play along, stepping aside

I saw Ernest

bandages, a drainage tube

wrapped in with a

in Houston. Even though knew it was an act then, the sight of the bloody

in, "Phipps, you're laying

What a jerk!

under my breath, furious that he would suggest Ernest was faking

you on about? He's in this

rile you up.

nodding towards Ernest's neck. "Your

was it yours?" I

laughed, "I wish,