No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 755

"Sure thing, I'll pick the spot," she replied, all brisk and breezy. I glanced around and mentioned the name of a nearby cafe. Yolande took about half an hour to show up, dressed in casual wear and riding a motorcycle, looking both cool and confident. I couldn't help but think of Ernest on his bike; those two really did share the same spirit. I even caught myself wondering, if I hadn't caught Ernest's eye early on, I probably wouldn't have any place beside him now.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Yolande apologized as she sat down. Even though she was part of the Clark family and had a history with Ernest, I didn't dislike her. I gave a small smile. "It's me who should apologize for disturbing Ms. Clark's rest." She had clearly been woken up by my call earlier.

"You did get me up. I've been struggling to catch some sleep lately, and today, of all days, I managed to doze off," she admitted openly. I was curious about her lack of sleep but didn't feel close enough to pry, so I simply said, "I asked you here today because I need your help with something."

"Is it about Ernest?" she cut straight to the chase. "No," I paused before continuing, "I don't need Ms. Clark's help with my man."

Yolande laughed heartily. "You didn't call me here just to remind me of that, did you?" I laughed too. "I'm not that scheming. I need your help with something else."

that?" I pondered for a few seconds. "Can you tell me what Allen's

hard time. I won't use it unless I have to," I explained my stance to Yolande. Yolande was silent for a moment, then scoffed lightly. "Me, betray

understand your relationship, but

actions as much as anyone. If you can't act against him, let Ernest take care of it. I'm just hoping Ms. Clark can clear the way," I hinted. Yolande didn't respond, and I knew she was hesitating. I didn't push further, only adding, "Ms. Clark, you don't have

around the bush. Our meeting was brief, after waiting for half an hour, our conversation lasted barely three minutes before she took off. Watching her motorcycle fade into the distance, I left

to the address Fanny

mom. It was a sound that truly tugged at the heartstrings. "Has she been crying this

In that

door open and

Nancy's crying ceased, and she even called me "mom." But as soon as