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."

you tell me what Allen's Achilles' heel is?" Yolande paused, then caught

I have to," I explained my stance to Yolande. Yolande was silent for a moment, then scoffed

your relationship,

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've thought it through," Yolande wasn't one to beat 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 the

to the address Fanny

soon as I got out of the car, I heard crying-it was Nancy, calling for her mom. It was a sound that truly tugged at the

constantly. She stops when she's tired," came the reply, making my heart sink even further. In that moment, I felt like a complete jerk for making an innocent child bear the

door open

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