No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The moment I boarded the plane, I shut my eyes and dozed off, sharing no words with Dustin along the way.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He seemed to sense my foul mood and wisely chose not to disturb me.

As the plane touched down, I finally spoke to him, "Dustin, I need to go see Ernest. I'll catch a cab on my own."

His lips moved slightly, "My folks came over."

I stiffened momentarily, "What did you say?"

"Yes," Dustin admitted, then explained, "My parents are really concerned about you, worried even. When you were unconscious, they'd call every ten minutes to check on you, so..."

He didn't finish his sentence before I cut him off, "I got it. I'll make sure Herschel and Jacqueline see that I'm alright, put their minds at ease."

Dustin and I walked towards the exit, and from afar, I could already spot Jacqueline and Herschel looking our way.

"Felicia," Jacqueline called out as she saw me and waved.

I waved back and hurried over with Dustin.

Jacqueline grabbed my hand, eyeing me intently, her eyes reddening, "You... what am I going to do with you..."

She wanted to call me foolish, but her beloved son's life was on the line.

So, seeing me, she was at a loss for words and just embraced me, "You silly girl, you're really a blessing, a lifesaver."

"Alright, alright, the kid's fine now, no need for more tears," Herschel interjected.

"Yes, both you and Rad are safe, and that's a blessing. We should be happy and grateful," Jacqueline said, dabbing her eyes. "Felicia, we've put you through so much, kid," Herschel said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I could feel their compassion and

gratitude, but thoughts of my

coincidental blood type with Conrad's, along with all my speculations and suspicions, made it hard for me to reciprocate their affection.

I knew my doubts were misplaced. Like the time I suspected my parents' car accident had something to do with Herschel, only to realize I was wrong. This time, I didn't want to guess; I needed to ask directly.

"Herschel, you and Jacqueline knew about my and Conrad's matching blood types, didn't you?" My question brought an uneasy expression to their faces.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Herschel nodded.

"Felicia, do you think we had ulterior motives for not telling you?" Jacqueline continued.

It was clear they knew I'd have my concerns.

I didn't beat around the bush, "I want to know why you didn't tell me?"

"Felicia, we didn't tell you because we feared you'd overthink, worried that you'd believe we wanted you with Rad just so you could be his walking blood bank," Jacqueline candidly revealed my thoughts.

"But by not telling me, I ended up overthinking," I countered.

"We underestimated you," Herschel admitted, looking genuinely ashamed.

And rightly so. Not only had I saved their son, but I nearly lost my life in the process.

"Felicia, that was narrow-minded of

us. We didn't tell you and Rad about your blood types because we were worried it would make you constantly anxious. Given the rarity of your blood types, knowing could have made you nervous and Kesitant," Jacqueline offered another explanation.