No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The sight of Milly's scowl, and even the tight fists she clenched in barely veiled jealousy, caught my eye as I leaned in closer.

A sudden tightness gripped my heart, and without thinking, I called out to her, "Milly."

Her gaze shifted from Fanny and Yates back to me, her response crisp and cold even before I could ask, "The patient will be moved to the observation room in half an hour."

With that, she turned and walked away, her frustration and anger palpable.

I nudged Ernest and whispered, "Jealous, much?"

Ernest, relieved by Susie's successful surgery, squeezed my hand tightly. "Yeah, Yates did well."

I looked from Yates, still holding Fanny, back to Ernest in confusion. He nodded at me.

It was then I realized Yates' public display wasn't just about embracing the one he loved; it was also a reminder to those harboring fantasies and a way to reassure Fanny.

Without Ernest pointing it out, I would have never thought of it. Men truly understand each other better.

"Mr. Collins, during the surgery, your sister lost a significant amount of blood, almost like undergoing a complete blood transfusion twice," Yates explained thoroughly. "So, she needs to be observed in the observation room. The next 78 hours are crucial for monitoring any rejection reactions, with a nurse tracking her condition closely to address any issues promptly."

That was professionalism at its finest.

Though Ernest and I were aware of the risk of rejection, we couldn't help but feel anxious. "What if there is a rejection?"

"We have a specific protocol for that, please rest assured," Yates replied, his tone light and unfazed.

His confidence eased our worries significantly.

"Thank you, Yates," Ernest expressed his gratitude once more.

Yates glanced at Fanny by his side, a soft smile on his face. "You're friends with Susie; we're all in this together, no need for formalities."

Fanny, usually bold and outspoken, stood quietly beside Yates, as docile as a quail, truly serene and lovely.

Indeed, love has the power to soften even the toughest.

"Take

you? We'll head to the observati

room," I teased Fanny with a wink.

les to get some rest, will

Fanny smiled gently. "Yates doesn't to rest. Post-surgery.

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his real tasks."

She looked at Yates, "Go on with your work, see you at dinner."

With a nod, Yates left, and as Fanny turned to leave, she gave me a knowing wink.

It was just Ernest and me now, sharing a moment of understanding after hours of anxious waiting.

Finally, we could relax a bit.

"Let's hug," I said, reaching out to him.

Ernest pulled me into a warm embrace, his passion contrasting with Yates' reserved demeanor.

He kissed the top of my head, a

gesture of affection and a release from the tension of waiting

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Om te for over six hours.

Holding him tightly, I too let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, let's go wait for Susie," I said, breaking away from Ernest.

As I turned, a familiar figure flashed by.

Despite the brief glimpse, I recognized him instantly. Mack Craig!

He hadn't left? Had he been here all this time? What was he planning to do?

Was he really considering me as a replacement for Judie Sears?

A wave of annoyance washed over me.