No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 442

The very thing I had been tirelessly searching for, as if by some twist of fate, had found its way to me.

I was genuinely thrilled.

But that excitement quickly turned to confusion.

Why would this person suddenly reach out to me, knowing exactly what I was after?

It's been over a decade since my parents' tragic car accident. Why hadn't this individual disclosed that missing page from the accident report until now?

Reaching out to me now, did they truly possess the report, or was there an ulterior motive?

So many thoughts raced through my mind in an instant, yet regardless of their intentions, I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I excitedly typed out a message in response: [How can we meet?]

No reply came.

After a nerve-wracking minute, I began to wonder about this mysterious messenger. When had they even added me?

Checking the new friend request, I noticed it was indeed them who had added me, with a note stating "Officer Sampson."

I had completely forgotten about them since they hadn't spoken to me after adding me.

Could this person be the officer handling the car accident file?!

My excitement surged, and I quickly sent another message: [Officer Sampson, looking forward to meeting you.]

This time, the prompt "typing..." appeared almost immediately. I watched, unblinking.

[Wait for my call!] appeared in the message box.

My throat tightened with nerves as I swiftly replied with a single word: Okay.

There was no further communication from their end, but I stared at their message for a long while.

Even with the person closest to me, a sliver of hesitation lingered.

After all, his father was also implicated in this matter.

I pressed closer to Ernest's chest, "No, just sent Fanny a message and got no reply. Thought I'd come out here, maybe bump into her."

Ernest didn't respond immediately, merely continuing to stroke my hair. After a moment, he finally spoke, "It's late. Let's try to get some sleep."

"Carry me to bed?" I pleaded, in a tone softer than usual.

Ernest lifted me in his arms, heading towards the bedroom.

Just as we stepped away from the balcony, I heard the neighboring balcony door slide open. I didn't look back to see whether it was Fanny or Yates, or perhaps both of them.

That night, my sleep was restless, and it seemed Ernest's was too.

But he didn't press me for details, just held me close, gently patting my back.