No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 509



"I'll make it right for what my dad did."

My heart felt as if it had been struck by a blunt instrument.

I turned to him, asking, "Ernest, are you accepting that verdict then? You've been digging into this, haven't you? Your investigation led you to believe your dad messed with the brakes, causing my parents' accident?"

We'd suspected as much before, and he'd promised to get to the bottom of it and give me closure.

But now, without any closure, he seemed to accept a conclusion not even the police could firmly make.

What was this? A brush-off, or did he actually want me to resent him because of his father's actions?

Ernest wouldn't meet my gaze, staying silent.

Thinking about his decision to end things, my chest tightened, "Ernest, did you know this all along? Is that why you broke up with me" "No," his response was firm.

My heart fluttered as he looked down at the raindrops hitting the ground, "Felicia, I'll keep investigating my father's case. If I find anything, you'll be the first to know. But as it stands, my dad is the prime suspect."

His words made it hard for me to breathe. I pressed, "If it weren't for the Houston incident, facing this evidence now, what would you do? Would you break up with me?"

Ernest finally looked at me, a deep sadness in his eyes. "I don't know... maybe..."

"Maybe? What does that mean?" I pressed.

"I don't want you hanging out with the son of someone who might be a murderer. And I don't want you feeling guilty about your parents, either." Ernest's voice broke a little, "Felicia, maybe it's fate that we're not meant to be together."

So much for fate.

"Ernest, if you don't want to be with me, you don't need to make excuses or use my name as a shield," I said, looking at him. He was still the same person, but he felt like a stranger now.

It turns out, going from familiarity to strangeness only takes a few days of absence.

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"Ernest, I won't cling to you. If to part, then let's part. As for our parents' feud, even if your father is guilty, I won't hold it against you," I said, looking at my parents grave. Content belongs to NovelDrama.OrgContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

While they were alive, they taught me that harboring resentment solves nothing.

I once asked them if they resented their parents for abandoning them, making them orphans?

They smiled and said no, explaining that their abandonment allowed them to experience life in an orphanage, a life 95% of children never see.

It was because of that they met each other and had me, their little bundle of joy.

"Ernest, you are you, and your dad is your dad. I've suspected my parents' death might be connected to your dad, but still chose to be with you," | smiled slightly, "In loving you, I was determined, never once thinking of changing because of any situation." Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Ernest's face twitched, clearly affected by my words.

It seemed he still loved me, but his love was ultimately overshadowed by his mistrust.

I turned back to my parents'

tombstone, taking a few steps forward, "Mom, Dad, this letter explains why you had to leave me leave this world. Nothing else

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After placing the letter down, the heavy rain quickly soaked it, blurring the ink...

Watching the words disappear in the rain, I also turned back to Ernest, saying, "Ernest, goodbye."

This goodbye marked our separation.

From this point forward, he goes his way, and I go mine.

No love, no resentment.