No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 629



It seemed that aside from Yolande, Grant was another who truly knew Ernest.

At least, he was privy to more of the dangers Ernest had faced than I was.

But now, I lacked the courage to delve into his past. I feared that learning of his hardships would only deepen my sorrow and longing for him.

"I don't believe it," Grant repeated those words.

I understood that feeling. In my heart, Ernest wasn't gone; he had just traveled to a place beyond my reach.

"Let's just say he's gone on a long journey," I said, giving the bell a gentle shake.

The clear sound somehow filled the emptiness within me with warmth.

Thank goodness!

This bell Ernest left me was truly a lifesaver.

"Give me a moment, and then I have something for you," Grant suddenly said.

"What is it?"

"You'll see," Grant replied before leaving.

I wanted to call after him, but seeing him- usually so full of laughter - now looking as if he had lost everything, I held back.

To me, Ernest was the love of my life, and losing him had shattered my heart.

For Grant, losing Ernest, his battle buddy, felt like losing a piece of himself.

After Grant left, I sat in the office, idly ringing the bell, lost in thought until noon.

I decided to leave the office and visit Deborah's house. I had tried contacting her the day before, but her phone was off, and she wasn't replying to messages. I found out she had also left her job.

So, I had no choice but to visit her home.

"Who might you be?" Mrs. Walker asked warily upon seeing me.

"Mrs. Walker, I'm Felicia."

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Seeing Mrs. Walker's tears, I knew Deborah wasn't in a good place. Sure enough, Mrs. Walker led me inside and said, "This girl, we don't know, if she's dead or alive. Ms Hudson, if you know where she is, please, persuade her to come

home."

If I knew where Deborah was, I wouldn't have come here. But I couldn't bear to see Mrs. Walker so distressed and agreed to help.

Since I was there, I voiced my

confusion, "Mrs. Walker, what

exactly happened to Deborah?

would she want to harm herself? Do you know?"

"I don't know. She didn't say anything to us," Mrs. Walker said, shaking her head. "We also wanna find out what happened."

"Did she ever mention having a boyfriend?" I prodded further.

"No," Mrs. Walker replied eagerly, "Ms. Hudson, do you know where her boyfriend might be? Maybe Deborah is with him."

"I've never met her boyfriend, but I can ask around," I promised.

It wasn't just out of sympathy for Mrs. Walker's worry that I wanted to find Deborah. I wanted to know what had happened to her too. Even though I was a mess, I still wanted to help Deborah find her way back. But first, I had to find her.

I used to ask Jefferson for this kind of help, but now I needed someone else.

I gave the bell another shake, its glint under the sunlight proving it was made of no ordinary metal.

"Ernest, for your vengeance, lend me your strength," I whispered, dialing Dustin's number.