No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 807

"The results are out. It wasn't the doctor's or the hospital's fault. Dr. Alfven is back on duty, but..." Fanny paused, "she's been transferred to another hospital."

No wonder I hadn't seen her these past few days. "Was she transferred because of the medical incident?"

"Yeah, even though the investigation showed the mother's death wasn't her fault, the public still thinks otherwise. They believe she died on Dr. Alfven's table, so it must be her mistake," Fanny shook her head in frustration. "Rumors can be lethal, you know. Gossip can drown you."

Fanny was expressing sympathy for Dr. Alfven, but I knew she was speaking from her own experiences too. She’d also faced misunderstandings from families over the years.

"My dear Fanny, you've been through so much," I said, holding her hand.

She gave a bittersweet smile. "Who hasn’t, really? Everyone thinks they've endured life's bitterness, unaware of the myriad ways it presents itself. What we endure is just a tiny piece of the whole."

On the day of the funeral, a light rain began to fall, as if the heavens themselves were mourning.

Fanny and I arrived at the Wagner residence, where a line of cars stretched along both sides of the street.

Herschel had been a prominent figure in the business world, so it wasn't surprising to see so many paying their respects.

The entrance to the Wagner home was draped in black, with condolence banners flanking the doors. A wave of sorrow washed over me.

"When you see Mrs. Wagner, make sure to keep your emotions in check. No outbursts," Fanny advised carefully.

I nodded, though I knew too well that if emotions could be so easily controlled, there'd be far less joy, anger, or sadness in this world.

As we walked through the courtyard, I kept my head down, both out of respect and to avoid any awkward encounters.

The Wagner family had raised me, but my situation with Conrad made things a bit complicated.

"Doesn't something feel off?" Fanny whispered as she supported me.

I didn't dare look up, but Fanny had no such qualms.

The last time I'd seen Jacqueline, she already seemed weary, but now she looked as though she'd aged ten more years.

Her hair had noticeably more gray in it.

Turning gray overnight is a real thing, it seems.

"Aunt Jacqueline," I called softly as I approached her.

Jacqueline looked up at me with vacant eyes. It took her a moment to register who I was. Without saying a word, she pulled me into an embrace.

Her face buried in my shoulder, she began to sob.

Her suppressed grief tugged at my heart, and I closed my eyes, holding her close.

"Felicia, Rad is in the underground garage. You need to save him," Jacqueline suddenly whispered into my ear, leaving me stunned and frozen.