No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 640

She caught me off guard with her question; I hadn't dared to entertain the thought.

After all, I had watched him collapse in front of me, heard the doctors announce the surgery's failure, and held his ashes in my hands...

I fantasized about his return, but that was only in the confines of my dreams.

I knew life wasn't like novels or movies. Ernest was gone, and no matter how much I wished otherwise, it was the truth.

"I do wish he hadn't died," I murmured, my voice heavy with sorrow.

"If you've accepted his absence, why come asking me all this?" Yolande shot back.

I looked at her, feeling something amiss. "It's the reaction of the Collins family, your calm demeanor; it's all wrong," I pointed out, convinced of Yolande's love for Ernest. Her lack of visible grief didn't sit right with me.

"I am grieving. Who said I wasn't?" Yolande admitted openly. "But all the tears in the world won't bring him back."

A hard truth, one I used to console myself as well.

"Is there anything else that seems off to you?" she inquired.

Yes, but suddenly I didn't want to talk about it anymore. Sometimes feelings can deceive, and my doubts were based on just that—feelings, without any proof.

When I fell silent, Yolande reached into her bag, pulled out a note, and slid it across to me. "This is for you."

"What's this?"

"Just open it and see," she urged with a nudge.