No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 402

The doubts about my parents' car accident have always lingered in my mind.

"No," Herschel denied, his voice growing weaker, "Don't overthink it... I just believe you should focus your energy... on your work, on your future with Ernest..."

A young nurse approached, intending to intervene, but a gesture from Herschel stopped her. She reluctantly said, "One more minute, max."

I was aware of how grave Herschel's condition was. Though I was eager for answers, his well-being was my priority. "Herschel, we can talk later. You need to rest."

Yet, he gripped my hand firmly, unwilling to let go. "Felicia, promise me."

His persistence weighed heavily on me, further convincing me there was more to my parents' accident.

But I knew he wouldn't divulge more, and pressing him was futile.

With his state, all I could do was reassure him. "Okay, I promise."

His anxiety seemed to subside, but he still held onto my hand. "Felicia, look ahead, remember what I tell you."

I had said similar words to Mack not long ago. But how could some things be left in the past?

The truth behind my parents' demise needed my attention. How else could I face them?

The nurse fitted Herschel with an oxygen mask, easing his breathing. The effort had exhausted him, and he wished to sleep, though the nurse advised against it. I tried to engage him in light conversation, receiving only weary responses.

After the visit, Herschel was left to rest, and I exited the room.

Dustin and Jacqueline were gone, leaving only Conrad leaning against the wall, lost in thought.

Approaching him, he slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine.

"Conrad," I called as he moved, "I left my phone at the hotel."

I hadn't explained my absence to Ernest, who must be worried by now.

Conrad's gaze darkened, "He called. I explained."

Yet, I felt uneasy, not reassured at all. After all, hanging out with Conrad, my ex, without telling Ernest could definitely lead to misunderstandings.

I insisted on using Conrad's phone to offer my explanation.

When Conrad remained silent, I mistook it for reluctance and grew frustrated. "Conrad, dragging me here in the middle of the night, my boyfriend will be worried. I need to tell him I'm safe."

I reached out my hand, expecting him to hand over his phone. Instead, he stepped closer, leaning in unexpectedly.