No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 741

Allen fixed me with a penetrating stare. "So, it looks like you're in the driver's seat now."

It seemed he had deduced that I was behind the scenes but couldn't quite fathom my motives. To the world, he and Dustin appeared to be on the same team, but their loyalties diverged significantly. Moreover, Ernest's car accident was orchestrated by Allen to frame Dustin. Allen was adeptly manipulating events, playing a dangerous game with hidden moves.

"Maybe someone just doesn't like me and decided to have some fun at my expense," I joked, trying to ease the tension.

Allen could see I wasn't about to reveal the truth, and he nodded slightly. "Well, if you think of any suspects who might hold a grudge, just let me know. You don't need to worry about the rest." "Alright," I agreed without hesitation.

As Allen rose to leave, he paused, saying, "That little girl hasn't faced much hardship before. I wonder how she's doing now?"

Thinking about Nancy's precarious position, I couldn't help but ask, "How do you feel about having a sister like her?"

"Of course, I accept her. She's quite the charmer," Allen replied, a fond smile curving his lips. It was a genuine expression, revealing an unexpected tenderness.

It reminded me that even in the darkest of times, there's a spark of goodness within us. Perhaps this is what they call the bond of family.

Despite Ernest's assurances that Shirley was behind Nancy's disappearance and that she wouldn't be harmed, I couldn't shake off my anxiety. It plagued my dreams.

when Brown left me dangling over an alligator pit. She cried out, desperately

voice pulled me

looked up at

into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

be fine. Besides, it's her mother's scheme; why would she harm

so young, so innocent. Even if it's

me voice my concerns before softly asking, "You care about that little girl, don't

"Yes, she's so adorable..."

our own?" Ernest interjected,

looked at him in disbelief. "What

is over, maybe we

way off. Who knows if we'll even be able to by

of saying I need to hurry up?" He teased,

from his injury, prompting me to push against his chest. "You're still hurt,

who's to say I'll be able to later?" Ernest countered, leaning

away. "Your injuries

"Licia, always wanting but then holding back. Are