No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 621



I lifted my foot and moved forward, with Jefferson supporting me towards the entrance. Before we even entered, I saw someone coming out, cradling a black box in their arms, their face etched with sorrow and confusion.

My gaze fell on the box in their arms, and I momentarily lost my breath.

Jefferson tightened his grip on my hand, a subtle gesture that pulled me back to reality, and we continued inside.

Almost immediately, my eyes found Yolande. She was standing with her back to the door, her expression hidden from me, but even from this angle, her silhouette radiated profound despair and sadness.

I couldn't move any further; my steps halted.

Jefferson stopped as well, and both of us remained silent.

Yolande seemed to sense something and gently turned around, revealing she was also holding a black box in her hands.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

In that moment, it felt like darkness was gonna swallow me up and I nearly lost it.

Yolande approached, saying, "This was Ernest's wish, and he... he wanted you to take him back, to lay him to rest in that field both of you loved."

My eyes remained fixated on the black box, memories of Ernest and I in that cool, grassy field flashing before me.

But he broke his promise, and what's worse, he left me with the task of burying him there.

Was this his way of ensuring my heartbreak?

"Why didn't you wait for me?" I stared at the black box, unable to grasp the reality that Ernest, once so full of life, was reduced to this.

"He didn't want you to face that cruel moment, it was something Ernest had arranged," Yolande's words shifted my gaze towards her.

Her face was devoid of any expression, the grief seemingly absent.

"Ernest left to protect you, and because he feared this day would come. He wanted you to resent him, hoping it would lessen your pain when facing his death," Yolande then looked down at the box she cradled.

"He knew this day would come?" I murmured.

"As soon as he set foot back in Houston, he knew," Yolande's words sent shivers down my spine.

Ernest returned to Houston because Jefferson was in trouble, because of my presence here...

Conrad talked about some plot, and

it was

Ernest knew everything

but kept it from me, walked right into

the trap on purpose. Content

So, was it my fault?

No!

It wasn't me who doomed him, but rather, I was used as bait to lure him into this trap, with Jefferson caught up in it as well.

Thinking of the mastermind behind

all this, I suddenly remembered

me against the Wagner family"

Ernest's last words to me and

What was he trying to say about the Wagner family?

His words were few, but the mention of the Wagner family, could it mean he knew Dustin Wagner was behind this?

Recalling that diary and my suspicions, I felt a chill run down my spine...

If all this was Dustin's doing, his cunning knew no bounds.

I swore to myself that I'd settle this score.

Yet, Ernest was beyond my reach now.

Looking at that small box, imagining Ernest's tall frame confined within, my heart ached unbearably.

Filled with hatred, resentment, and unwillingness, yet powerless.

"Knowing the danger, why didn't you stop him?" I directed my swirling emotions at Yolande.

"If I could have stopped him, then he wouldn't have loved you," Yolande's words held a clear meaning.

She loved Ernest, yet his heart was unmoved, entirely devoted to me.

But his love for me became the noose that strangled him.

"Ernest, let's go home," I reached out box from Yolande,

to tament I held it, its weighte

the

down

I held it, its

6 on me, so heavy...