No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Susie was discharged from the observation unit three days later.

She showed no signs of rejection, and her recovery was even smoother and faster than Yates had anticipated.

"It seems she's taken quite well to someone else's heart," Fanny mused.

"Maybe the heart's original owner just wasn't ready to leave this world yet," I said, holding a big bunch of flowers.

Speaking of which, I couldn't help but quietly ask Fanny, "Do you know anything about the donor?"

Fanny gave me a sidelong glance. "No, that information is confidential."

I knew that, of course. My question wasn't really about getting an answer; it was more about acknowledging the enormity of the gift that person had given Susie.

When the doors of the observation unit opened, and Susie was wheeled out, it felt monumental.

Even though Ernest and I had visited her, seeing her come out on her own was different.

The door to the observation unit felt like a gateway to a new life, marking Susie's journey back to health and normalcy.

"Bro, Felicia, Fanny!"

Susie was ecstatic, her voice hitting dolphin-like pitches.

Ernest stepped forward and hugged her, patting her head affectionately.

I went over, handed her the flowers, and embraced her. "Congratulations on your second chance at life."

Fanny reached out for a handshake, "Here's to a bright future ahead."

Susie nodded, tears streaming down her face.

She had always been strong. She didn't cry going into surgery, but now, having been given a new lease on life, she wept.

These were tears of rebirth, much like a newborn's first cry as it greets the world.

Half a month after Susie's transplant, the amusement park was set to open, and I had received an invitation from Dustin Wagner. "Felicia, you wouldn't say no, would you?" Dustin asked.

I had thought about it long before he asked, so my answer came without hesitation. "No, I won't."

The park's opening symbolized my farewell.

A farewell to the Wagner Group, to everything connected to Conrad Wagner, and to a past I was ready to leave behind.

"Will Conrad be there?" I asked Dustin.

He hadn't reached out since he came back, and as for his current situation, I was in the dark. Jacqueline hadn't contacted me after that one call either.

"He will," Dustin confirmed without a doubt.

It was a project Conrad had pushed forward with passion, despite some board members arguing that the prime location would be better suited for a resort or a shopping paradise.

Despite everything, I was grateful to Conrad for his vision.

"My parents will be there too," Dustin added.

Mentioning Herschel made me feel guilty. I had visited him when he was ill, but only twice.

"How's Herschel doing now?" I asked.

"He's on targeted therapy; not too bad. The main thing is he doesn't know how serious his condition is so he's in good spirits," Dustin adjusted his glasses, hinting, "The doctors say it's crucial he stays

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I understood what he was implying. Staying away from Herschel was probably for the best, to avoid any potential stress on his part.

"Dustin, you're looking well," I changed the subject.

Dustin chuckled softly. "I'm managing."

Our conversation dwindled, and I found an excuse to leave, mentioning Jefferson wanted to see me.

True to word, Jefferson did reach

out, asking me to drop by his club When arrived, he wasn't there, but his receptionist handed me an envelope containing two tickets to a game.

"You probably won't have the time to go, right?" I teased Ernest, handing him the tickets.