No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 514

"The accident she mentioned... wasn't that the crash that killed my parents?

So, Ernest's dad was bribed to cause it?! That hit me like a ton of bricks.

Trying to steady my pounding heart, I looked at Shirley And asked, "Who's spreading these rumors, and is there any proof?"

She seemed oblivious to my agitation and shook her head lightly. "No clue, just whispers here and there. People around him are scared stiff. If he finds out who's been talking, they're as good as dead."

"Can you dig around for more info?" My question made her turn back to look at me.

This time, she sensed something was off and gave a slight chuckle. "Why are you so interested in this all of a sudden?"

I hesitated, but deciding to trust her with the truth, I confessed, "Because the couple in that accident were my parents, and the driver... was my ex-boyfriend's father."

Shirley's eyes widened in shock.

I grabbed her arm, "That's why I need to know if it's true. I need evidence."

Her fake eyelashes fluttered. "You want my help?"

I knew we weren't exactly friends; there was a time she wanted to be friends, and I had turned her down.

Asking for her help at this point felt deeply ironic. But she resented Lord, and since she was one of his insiders, plus the one who'd mentioned the rumor, she might be able to track down the source more effectively.

After all, there's no smoke without fire. If such a rumor existed, someone must know something.

So, irony be damned. Even if it meant swallowing my pride or paying a price, I wouldn't hesitate.

"Miss Travis, I hope you can help me."

Shirley paused then smiled. "We're not even friends. I could say no."

Women can be petty, and she remembered how I'd rejected her friendship.

Knowing she wasn't ready to give up, I leaned in closer. "My best friend's an OB-GYN. If you need any help, I might be able to assist."

Shirley nodded. "Drive safe."

She had her driver take me home.

The rain hadn't let up all day.

The streets were flooded in places, and the driver mentioned seeing videos of the flooding.

My mind, preoccupied with thoughts of my parents' death, barely registered his words.

When Susie Collins called, I was almost home. "Hey, where are you?"

"On my way back," I replied, my voice weary.