No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 720

My heart leapt to my throat at the sight before me, even though he had warned me not to be afraid.

"How is he, Doctor?" I asked anxiously as I approached.

"He's in a bad way," the doctor said, his voice grave. "There's bleeding in his brain that's pressing on nerves. He's unconscious for now." His ambiguous response left me questioning whether Ernest's condition was truly dire or just part of his elaborate ruse. Allen and Dustin both frowned deeply. Allen couldn't help but blurt out, "Seriously? Just got a few knocks and he's out cold?"

"The man has a brain bleed," the doctor reiterated, maintaining a stern demeanor.

Allen was about to argue further when Dustin interjected, "I'll bring in a specialist for another opinion. If anything happens to him, I'd never be able to clear my name."

His words were intended for me, serving as a pretext to bring someone to assess Ernest's condition.

"Alright," the doctor agreed, though visibly displeased at having his abilities questioned.

I was weary of their scheming and decided to follow the nurse to the hospital room, with Allen trailing closely behind. "Ms. Hudson, you're not seriously seeing Phipps as that man you lost, are you?" he asked. "And what if I am? What's it to you?" I snapped back.

Though Allen hadn't harmed Ernest, his reasons for dragging him into the Sapphire Lounge were clearly dubious.

"Hey, love whoever you want," Allen replied, seemingly enjoying the chaos.

I paused at the doorway, giving Allen a pointed look. "Mr. Clark, you can go now."

Allen gestured towards the room. "Just want to see for myself if he's really as bad off as they say."

None of them could be trusted.

Ernest had orchestrated this scenario, and I had to play along, stepping aside to let Allen in. "Together?" Allen smirked as he entered.

Following him, I saw Ernest lying

bandages, a drainage tube

quietly, his head wrapped in with a blood-like fluid insintent

The scene reminded me of that incident in Houston. Even though knew it was an act then, the sight of the bloody tube made my heart race.

Allen moved closer, scrutinizing Ernest before leaning in, "Phipps, you're laying it on a bit thick, aren't you?"

What a jerk!

I cursed under my breath, furious that he would suggest Ernest was faking it.

I grabbed Allen, snapping, "What are you on about? He's in this state, and you think he's acting? Let's see you try it."

Allen merely smirked, "Just a joke, trying to rile you up. Look at you, all defensive. Protective, much?"

He chuckled, nodding towards Ernest's neck. "Your handiwork?"

"Or was it yours?" I retorted.

Allen laughed, "I wish, but he wasn't offering."

I felt a shiver, mocking him with a scoff. "Didn't expect Mr. Clark to play for both teams."

"Surprise, surprise," he teased. "There's a lot about me you don't know. Maybe one day, Ms. Hudson, you'll replace out."

I knew he was baiting me, trying to see if Ernest was genuinely unconscious or just pretending.

I scoffed, "Not interested in learning."

Dismissing his advances, I turned my attention back to Ernest.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn't hear our exchange. Could he actually be hurt? Not just pretending? After all, the blood was real... I had felt it...

My lips moved, but the words I

wanted to say stayed lodged in my throat. Instead, I whispered to. Ernest, "You got hurt protecting me... I'll make sure this isn't in vain."

Swn?