NovelEnglishJeffrey was battling his own nausea, trying to keep it together as he moved closer to assist.
"Quincy was tied up, and her arm was broken. She couldn't have left anything behind! Everett, you need to calm down!" But Everett wasn't listening. His bare hands sifted through the clotted blood, searching desperately.
"Everett!" "Everett, there's nothing here!" "Shut up!" Everett barked back, his voice fierce, "I have to find it. This is Dorothy's only hope. I must find it!" Watching Everett's almost obsessive behavior, Jeffrey felt a deep sorrow but also understood.
This chance at life was Dorothy's gift to him.
Jeffrey knew the depth of Everett's love for Dorothy, having witnessed their journey together.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf Dorothy were to die because the antidote wasn't found, Everett wouldn't want to go on living.
"Everett, Quincy... she wouldn't have left anything! We can find another way to get the antidote," Jeffrey tried to reason.
"What other way?" Everett snapped, his gaze piercing. "Do you have another way?" "..." Jeffrey was at a loss. Even when Quincy was alive, they couldn't think of a better solution.
And now, she was gone.
"Maybe the Caldwells know something. I'll get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze.
Right next to Quincy's left hand, he'd found a series of numbers! Although it was unclear what these numbers meant, especially since they seemed incomplete, any clue was better than none.
Everett quickly took photos with his phone, not minding the blood that smeared all over it.
To be safe, Jeffrey also took several pictures from different angles.
"Could this be a phone number?" It didn't seem right to him.
"Not a number, a sequence," Everett murmured, studying the digits closely.
The sequence for the antidote! He had previously commissioned a lab analysis of the antidote's composition, but the wrong sequence led to failure. The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused. A wrong sequence could turn an antidote into a deadly poison instead.
"My God! Did Quincy have a change of heart in the end?" Everett ignored Jeff's chatter, counting the numbers Quincy had scribbled.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere were seventeen ingredients identified in the antidote, but Quincy had only listed seven before her demise.
Everett immediately sent these numbers to the doctor who had analyzed the antidote, though uncertain if they would be of any help.
Thinking about Dorothy's life now ticking away with Quiney's death made his hands tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, Everett grabbed the knife Lane had used and stood up to leave.
Jeffrey hurried to intercept him, "Everett! Don't do anything rash! Stay calm!" "I'm going to make Lane pay! I should have done it before!"
"Yes, yes, Lane deserves to die, and he won't get away with killing Quincy. But you can't be the one to kill him!" Everett didn't want to talk; he just kept moving forward. Jeffrey tried to stop him several times, only to be shoved to the ground with a push!
He had no doubt Everett could end Lane right then and there, especially in his current state of rage... and if Jeffrey kept getting in the way, he feared he might be next. X
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