No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Like that?

What does "like that" even mean?

Does it mean giving up on Judie?

I stood at the doorway, watching Mack, his face ashen and tense, his hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists.

"Mack, are you deaf? Leave, just leave..." The middle-aged woman, her emotions suddenly flaring, started pushing Mack away.

Stumbling from the shove, Mack's gaunt face turned even paler. He struggled to stand upright. "Can I at least stay with her till the end? Is that too much to ask?"

"My Judie... she's like this because of you. If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be in this state. You owe me my daughter back," the middle-aged woman yelled, hitting Mack over and over.

Watching this scene unfold, my heart tightened inexplicably, and I instinctively wanted to step in and mediate.

But before I could, a middle-aged man intervened, pulling the woman away, "Stop this, let's allow Judie some peace in her final moments." "Judie, my Judie..." The woman's cries grew louder.

The man wrapped his arm around her, leading her outside, and that's when they both noticed me, still standing there.

I quickly realized my intrusion, greeting them awkwardly.

"Judie, my Judie..." The woman, in a burst of emotion, grabbed hold of me.

I knew I bore a resemblance to Judie, and in her desperate longing for her daughter, her mistaking me for Judie was understandable.

The man was more composed, trying to pull his wife away, but still, his eyes widened in shock upon seeing me, "You, you are..." "Hello, I'm Felicia."

"Felicia?" The woman echoed my name, shaking her head, then turned to her husband, "Joseph, this, this is..."

"Lily, this isn't our Judie. Ms. Hudson just happens to resemble our Judie," Joseph explained.

Lily, Judie's mom, gave me another look, then glanced back at theNôvelDrama.Org © content.

hospital room, finally letting good ne

my hand, but still muttering, This isn't our Judie, our Judie is gone."

Her words made my heart feel heavy.

"You, how come you look so much like our Judie?" Lily questioned again.

How could I possibly know?

"Did you do this on purpose? To trick us, making yourself look like our Judie?" Lily suddenly turned hostile.

Joseph

seeing

ckly calmed her, "You're

because you miss our

Judig so much. Ms. Hudson doesn't resemble our Judie at all."

"Right, our Judie was so beautiful," Lily gave me another glance.

I subtly lowered my head, avoiding her gaze, as Joseph led her away.

"Judie, I want my Judie," the woman cried, her fists pounding on her husband.

Joseph just let her beat on him, his eyes lingering on me, still puzzled by my resemblance to their daughter.

Lily was too emotional, and she was led away.

But even from a distance, Joseph looked back at me.

In the hospital room, Judie's other relatives gathered around the bed, keeping Mack at bay. Even so, he stood there.

I wanted to go in, but it didn't seem right.

And

out, and frankly, in such a comfort him either. Contene

in such a situation, I

wouldn't know what to say

to

MS

belongs

But I was curious about what Mack had meant when he asked Judie's parents "like that?"