No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 741

Allen fixed me with a penetrating stare. "So, it looks like you're in the driver's seat now."

It seemed he had deduced that I was behind the scenes but couldn't quite fathom my motives. To the world, he and Dustin appeared to be on the same team, but their loyalties diverged significantly. Moreover, Ernest's car accident was orchestrated by Allen to frame Dustin. Allen was adeptly manipulating events, playing a dangerous game with hidden moves.

"Maybe someone just doesn't like me and decided to have some fun at my expense," I joked, trying to ease the tension.

Allen could see I wasn't about to reveal the truth, and he nodded slightly. "Well, if you think of any suspects who might hold a grudge, just let me know. You don't need to worry about the rest." "Alright," I agreed without hesitation.

As Allen rose to leave, he paused, saying, "That little girl hasn't faced much hardship before. I wonder how she's doing now?"

Thinking about Nancy's precarious position, I couldn't help but ask, "How do you feel about having a sister like her?"

"Of course, I accept her. She's quite the charmer," Allen replied, a fond smile curving his lips. It was a genuine expression, revealing an unexpected tenderness.

It reminded me that even in the darkest of times, there's a spark of goodness within us. Perhaps this is what they call the bond of family.

Despite Ernest's assurances that Shirley was behind Nancy's disappearance and that she wouldn't be harmed, I couldn't shake off my anxiety. It plagued my dreams.

I dreamt of Nancy being suspended in mid-air, reminiscent of when Brown left me dangling over an alligator pit. She cried out, desperately waving her hands toward me, "Sis, save me, save me..." "Nancy, Nancy..."

"Licia, wake up!" Ernest's voice pulled me out of the nightmare.

Panting, I looked up at him.

Ernest embraced me, gently rubbing my back as I nestled into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. "I dreamt Nancy was tied up..."

"Dreams often mean the opposite of reality. She'll be fine. Besides, it's her mother's scheme; why would she harm her own daughter?" Ernest reassured me.

"How could Shirley use Nancy as a pawn? She's so young, so innocent. Even if it's all just a setup, it could leave lasting scars," I vented, my frustration mounting.

Ernest let me voice my concerns before softly asking, "You care about that little girl, don't you?"

"Yes, she's so adorable..."

"What do you think about having one of our own?" Ernest interjected, his suggestion catching me off guard.

I paused, then looked at him in disbelief. "What did you say?"

"I said, once all this is over, maybe we should start a family," he said sincerely.

I was momentarily speechless. "That's a long way off. Who knows if we'll even be able to by then."

"Is that Licia's way of saying I need to hurry up?" He teased, then suddenly rolled over, pinning me beneath him.

His sudden movement caused him to wince from his injury, prompting me to push against his chest. "You're still hurt, stop fooling around."

"If I don't fool around now, who's to say I'll be able to later?" Ernest countered, leaning in for a kiss.

As much as I wanted him, the memory of his injuries made me pull away. "Your injuries need time to heal; a couple of weeks won't make a difference."

Seeing my concern, Ernest chuckled softly. "Licia, always wanting but then holding back. Are you playing games with me?"

"No, it's your injuries I'm worried about," I said, my fingers lightly tracing his jawline.

"It's nothing."

He always did this-putting on a brave front to avoid worrying me, even replaceing excuses to send me away during his treatments.

"Ernest, you didn't have to get hurt

for the sake of the plan. And after all

that, Dustin still figured out your

identity. What was the point of getting hurt then?" I voiced my confusion, trying to understand his reasoning.