Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 893

This was the second time Noreen realized that waiting was pure torture. The first time was when Rosalind Gilmore was in surgery. Every second was agony.

Her gaze remained fixed on the emergency room doors, her lips pressed tightly together as a layer of moisture continually welled up in her eyes. Her hands were ice cold.

Seven years, then five years. Twelve years of entanglement felt like a drop in the ocean in the face of life and death. What was there to hold onto? Everything was trivial compared to death.

She didn't want to hold grudges anymore. She just wanted Seth to live. To survive.

...

Before Jennifer Shaw came to Rivercrest City for her business trip, she texted Claire Chase to grab drinks. The two hit it off like old friends, chatting non-stop the moment they met.

Claire complained that the male models at The Half-Light Club were terrible quality, nothing but catfish.

Jennifer laughed. "What's your type then? I'll find you someone."

"Good-looking," Claire said.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Just one requirement?"

"That's two requirements," Claire clarified.

Jennifer thought about it, then burst out laughing. "Not many guys can meet both."

"Exactly, it's boring," Claire said gloomily.

"Next time you come to Silvershore City, I'll show you a good time." Jennifer poured her a drink. "When you drink, you need a man around. If you get drunk, he takes care of you. If you get buzzed, he helps balance your hormones."

Noreen usually stayed out of their wild conversations. She couldn't get a word in anyway.

At 9:10 PM, Jude texted her saying Seth was being discharged tomorrow.

Noreen's finger hovered over the chat. She wanted to say something but didn't know what.

A few seconds later, Jude asked, "Are you coming?"

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