No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"It's 'JusticeHeart"."

He'd asked to meet before, and now calling me, it seemed like he was setting up another meeting.

I once couldn't wait to meet him, eager to uncover the truth behind my parents' car accident. But at some point, I started to dread it, like getting cold feet as you near home.

I glanced at Conrad, who clearly stepped aside, giving me space to take the call, "Detective Sampson."

"Can we meet now?"

I looked at the pouring rain, hardly ideal weather for a meeting.

But he chose this day for a reason. I took a deep breath, "Alright, where?"

I hadn't even touched the pies Jacqueline had made especially for me, leaving her visibly disappointed. It made me feel guilty, like I'd let her down. "Next time you're free, come over, and I'll make you some more," Jacqueline insisted as I left.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

In the heavy rain, I drove out of the Wagner estate.

Conrad asked what was so urgent that it couldn't wait. I only mentioned I was meeting someone important.

Detective Sampson had chosen my parents' gravesite for the meeting. Recalling the flowers I'd seen there before, I had an idea who might have sent them.

Amidst the relentless downpour, he stood by my parents' tombstone, umbrella in hand. The closer I got, the more nervous I became.

Finally, I stopped beside him, but his umbrella hid his face.

"Detective Sampson?" I initiated.

He adjusted his umbrella, revealing his face, and I was taken aback. It was indeed him.

"Hello, Felicia," he greeted.

Flashes of him issuing a death certificate for me passed through my mind, and I realized why he'd asked for my phone number back then.

"Detective Sampson, you must have visited my parents quite a few times over the years," I remarked, eyeing the fresh flowers on their grave.

"A few times," he replied, his demeanor always so stern and serious, giving off an air of inaccessibility.

Yet here he was, visiting my

deceased parents, keeping them in his thoughts for over a decade. This gesture, filled with warmth and unfamiliarity, touched me deeply. "Thank you!"

"No need to thank me. I visit them not f sentiment, but

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Detective Sampson's words shiver down my spine.

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I got the sense his obligation was linked to my parents' accident.

I kept quiet, waiting for him to go on. But he remained quiet, just gazing at my parents' photo on the tombstone.

Surrounded by silence, the sound of rain was all that filled the air.

"Detective Sampson," I broke the silence.

"You've been living with a friend of your parents all these years, right?" His question told me he'd done his homework. "Yes, at Mr. Wagner's, from the Wagner Group," I kept my eyes on him, trying to decipher why he brought up the Wagners.

After all, I'd had my suspicions about Herschel before.

"They've been good to you," Detective Sampson noted.

"Yes, they've treated me as their own daughter," I admitted truthfully.

Detective Sampson nodded. "Your parents would be at peace knowing you're well taken care of."

His words only heightened my unease. "Detective Sampson, are you bringing this up because it's related to my parents' accident?"

He turned to look at me, "Seems like you're quite perceptive."

I bit my lip, not responding.

"Before we delve deeper, there's something I'd like to say to you," Detective Sampson stood tall before me, bis presence somehow

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comforting, like a father figure.

Perhaps I was just starved for paternal affection.

"Go ahead."