No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 222

Deborah nodded. "Sure did. Packed it with all the fun of the fair and these dazzling lights."

She chuckled to herself, then snuggled closer to me, "And you, my dear sister, are part of the package."

Such a sweet talker.

When we got to the scene of the incident, Ernest climbed up to inspect the damage, jotting down notes as he went.

"We're looking at two sets down, each with twenty-two bulbs, across thirteen colors," Ernest said, surveying the ruined lights and glancing over at the crane working not too far off.

Finally, he turned to Deborah, "Get Mr. Wagner down here, will you? We need to sort out liability and damages for this mess."

Deborah gave a quick nod and pulled out her phone to call Dustin. Shortly after, Dustin arrived, pausing in surprise at seeing me.

It looked like he wasn't expecting to see me, but after a split second of surprise, he broke into a smile. "Felicia, what brings you here? Doing some early inspections?"

I wasn't in charge here anymore, and his remark could've been taken as a dig.

But I knew he was just jesting, so I smiled back lightly, "No, just here to catch up with Ernest."

I saw something flicker in Dustin's eyes at that, then he turned to Ernest, "I've already been briefed about the accident by the contractors."

Dustin left it at that, clearly hinting he preferred Ernest not to dig deeper.

Turning to Ernest, I saw his expression harden, "If they've accepted responsibility, then they should cover all damages. I'll coordinate the repairs, and the bill will go to Mr. Wagner."

Ernest was clearly not playing by Dustin's rules, nor sparing his feelings.

Though Dustin was usually easygoing, his displeasure showed, "I take responsibility for the oversight."

He was trying to leverage his position against Ernest.

But Ernest wasn't having any of it, "Then it's even more appropriate the bill goes to Mr. Wagner."

Dustin's demeanor darkened, and I had to suppress a laugh.

"Just tell it like it is," I nudged her forward, whispering a word of encouragement.

After a reassuring glance at me, Deborah stepped up and reported the situation honestly.

Conrad, after listening, looked at Ernest, "You don't need to worry about this. I'll discuss it with your boss."

"I'm in charge here. If I say we're due compensation, that's what's happening," Ernest stood his ground, equally firm.

Conrad's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a mocking smile, "And what if I say I'm the one calling the shots here? Is Mr. Collins planning to resign, or should he just clear his desk?"

Conrad's words were a clear challenge to Ernest, laying a trap along the lines Ernest had drawn.

Ernest, a man of principle and directness, was not one to back down easily, even against someone like Dustin, who carried the ruthless legacy of the Wagner family in his veins.

Watching them corner Ernest, after all the hard work and dedication he had shown, especially with project completion around the corner, felt like a blatant betrayal.

I couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward.