No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 620

Conrad and Jefferson didn't say anything, just staring at me with a creepy kind of calm.

I clumsily raised my head, my brain seemingly failing to catch up as I asked, "Don’t you guys know?"

Struggling to sit up, I pushed on, "Then I'll go find him myself..."

"Felicia," Jefferson's voice halted me, his eyes shimmering with a reddish hue.

Blinking in confusion, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Felicia, you have to come to terms with the fact that Ernest is... gone," Conrad chimed in softly.

I nodded, a hollow laugh escaping me, "I know..."

The words felt surreal, yet I continued, "I know he's gone, that's why I want to be with him..."

Jefferson's grip on my hand tightened, causing a sharp pain. I looked at him, "Jefferson, you're hurting me."

"Felicia," his voice was raspy with emotion, "Ernest is gone. You can't see him anymore."

I stared back at him, a turmoil brewing inside me that I desperately suppressed, even going as far as to stubbornly insist, "I can, just let me go."

"Felicia," Jefferson's tone grew firmer.

But his words couldn't hold me back. I tried to pry his hand off, "Let me go."

A fierce longing surged within me, an overwhelming desire to see Ernest one more time. I needed to see him; otherwise, I feared I might lose my mind.

"You can't see him," Conrad interjected sharply, pausing before adding, "He's been... cremated."

His words stopped me cold, disbelief all over my face as I was lost for words.

"Rad," Jefferson called out softly, his hand gripping my shoulder, "Felicia, you need... to stay calm."

I diverted my gaze from Conrad to look up at Jefferson, "He didn’t mean that, right? Tell me Ernest is... he’s not really gone, right?"