No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



"Let's chat after the game," Henrik always had a playful streak.

I realized something about Henrik; he enjoyed teasing everyone, no matter who it was.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Come on, let's find somewhere to sit," Henrik guided me away.

Just as Henrik and I settled down, Ernest arrived with Yolande, taking seats directly in front of us. They weren't exactly next to us, but close enough, with Conrad joining them shortly after.

It seemed Conrad had a hand in arranging these seats. I thought about the tickets I had for Susie and Mack, but as the game was about to start, there was still no sign of them.

Worry started to gnaw at me, especially since my phone was broken, leaving me no way to reach out to Susie.

Ideally, I should ask Ernest to contact Susie, but I wasn't keen on initiating any interaction with him.

Luckily, I remembered Susie's number, so I decided to step out and borrow a phone.

"Felicia," I was called out just as I was leaving the main hall.

Turning around, I saw Yolande.

We hadn't really interacted before, but the way she called out my name indicated she knew about me, probably about my past with Ernest as well.

"Ms. Clark, can I help you?" I kept my expression neutral.

"Ernest sent me to ask why his sister isn't here?" Yolande's words felt like a punch to my gut.

"Why can't he look for his own sister?" I retorted, feeling my temper rise.

Despite my irritation, Yolande's face remained calm, "He said you were looking after her, so naturally, he'd ask you."

I wanted to lash out, but I refused to give Yolande the satisfaction of seeing me lose my composure.

"I'm not sure, actually. I was just about to borrow a phone to check," I replied honestly.

Yolande seemed surprised, "You, don't have a phone?"

Her words stung, reminding me that if she didn't know about my phone

situation, Ernest probably didn't.?

either, which explained his silence these past days.

He knew I was with Henrik, the leader of the pack, yet he left me in the lion's den without a word.

Great!

Just another piece of my heart turned to stone.

"Here, use mine," Yolande extended her phone towards me.

I was about to decline when I heard Susie's voice, "Sis-in-law."

Susie rushed over, breathless, "Dear sis-in-law, we were helping an elderly man who fell down on our way here; that's why we're late." Mack joined us, giving me a nod, saying, "Felicia."

Susie's constant references to me as "sis-in-law in front of Yolande was awkward, but correcting her then would have been even more so. So, I simply told Mack, "Glad you could make it, let's head inside."

"Sis-in-law, let's go in together," Susie clung to me, pointedly ignoring Yolande standing to the side.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I corrected her, "Susie, I'm not your sis-in-law. You should call me like Mack does."

"You are my sis-in-law," Susie protested, "I only recognize you as that, no one else matters."

Her words were a clear jab at

Yolande, but Yolande just smiled showing no sign of offense. Instead, she casually mentioned, "Susie, your brother is waiting for you inside.'

Mack seemed to catch the undercurrent, urging Susie, "Let's go in."

"Licia, hurry up and join us," Susie, possibly on purpose, called out to me again before heading inside.

After they left, Yolande commented, "Susie really likes you."

I didn't respond, not wanting to engage in any further conversation with Yolande. As I turned to leave, she asked, "Felicia, you hate Ernest, don't you?"