No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 751

"I just want Nancy back with me as soon as possible," Shirley said, her face clearly showing signs of weariness.

But I didn't feel sorry for her. On the contrary, I thought she had brought it upon herself. "Ms. Travis has been patient enough; a couple more days won't make a difference."

As soon as I finished speaking, Shirley became agitated. "Felicia, what are you implying? Are you planning to abandon me after crossing the bridge?"

"I'm just asking you to wait a couple of days," I clarified.

"Why wait? What else do you intend to do?" She was sharp.

I looked out the window. "I'm waiting for someone to return safely."

Shirley grabbed me. "Are you planning to exchange Nancy for Phipps?"

It seemed she knew what Phipps had gone to do, and I openly admitted, "Yes."

"Felicia," Shirley was furious, "how could you be so despicable? Nancy is just a child."

"Yes, and she's your daughter. Didn't you use her as a tool just the same?" I didn't mince my words.

After all, Nancy was a tool handed to me by her. Why wouldn't I make use of it?

Shirley glared at me, but after a few moments, like a punctured balloon, she deflated and nodded slightly. "It turns out, in this world, you can only truly rely on yourself."

I ignored her realization about life and simply said, "Nancy will be fine. She'll just be reunited with you a few days later."

Shirley didn't respond because she knew it was pointless.

A taxi brought me home, then took Shirley away. After taking a shower and changing clothes, I ordered some food. Once I had eaten, I went out to buy some things and made my way to Judie's parents' house, the Sears'.

Even though I had been home, I hadn't visited them much since we became family. It was the absence of familial ties over the years that made me overlook this belated kinship.

My uncle shook his head and grabbed my hand. Before he could speak, tears streamed down his face.

The caregiver had told me that my aunt had fallen while taking a shower, and when my uncle went to help her, he fell too. Moreover, my aunt's condition wasn't good; the doctors didn't think she'd make it.

I took a tissue to wipe his tears and comforted him, "Uncle, it'll be okay. I'm here."

The more I spoke, the more he cried, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Having just lost his daughter and now with his wife in such a condition, and himself injured, only those who have experienced such despair can understand.

"Felicia, you're the only family I have left. There are some things I need to tell you," he said, pulling me closer, making my heart sink.