NovelEnglish"Everett! You can't do this to me! My life is my own to decide!" "We'll see about that, won't we?" For the first time, Dorothy heard a chilling tone in Everett's voice.
The terrifying thing about him was that if he said he could do something, he undoubtedly would.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"If you die today, I'll make sure everyone you care about joins you. Including myself." "Are you insane?" Dorothy couldn't even recall how she managed to walk out of the hospital room. Her legs felt like two heavy hammers, stiff and numb.
What was she thinking? Honestly, Dorothy wondered if death truly meant the end of everything.
And she had no clue whether Everett would join her in death! "Ms. Sanchez?" Quincy found Dorothy standing motionless, seemingly lost, and guided her back to a temporary lounge.
Once inside, she handed Dorothy a bottle of water.
Taking a sip and sitting down, it took Dorothy a moment to speak up, "Dr. Quincy, do you believe an afterlife?" "I'm a materialist," Quincy replied, looking at her. "Why? You think suicide will reunite you with your mother?" Dorothy shook her head. "Honestly, | don't want to meet anyone. You're right, | am selfish. | can only think about my own feelings." Quincy frowned slightly, her tone becoming grave, "I've begged Jonathan in private to stop pressuring my family so | could avoid a business marriage and not end up with a zombie like Mr. Lopez." Dorothy was taken aback. She didn't understand why Quincy was suddenly sharing this with her.
"But Jonathan refused! However, he mentioned if you drop the lawsuit and give Everett's mom a way out, he could arrange for you to marry Mr. Lopez. That way, | could stay out of it and continue living freely as a doctor. Ms. Sanchez, I'm sorry, but | chere to persuade you to give up." Quincy knew their grudge was irreconcilable, but decisions were made by people. As long as Dorothy wished, she could.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"No one can persuade me." Dorothy managed a weak smile. "If | could give up, | would have done so long ago. You're not the first to try." Quincy looked at her, blinking slowly.
"Are you sure you want to take this to the end?" "Yes." Since Everett wouldn't let her die, she'd fight the lawsuit to the very end.
Quincy frowned, a tumult of emotions swirling in her eyes.
"You're too stubborn! You can't win against the capital! Ms. Sanchez, | really don't want to get involved. Please, just drop the appeal, marry Mr. Lopez, and have a good life with your family!" "But she was my mom!" "But she's been dead for years!" Dorothy pressed her lips together and then said, "I'm sorry, | can't think like you do." Quincy sighed heavily, seemingly making a helpless decision.
"Well, Ms. Sanchez, this is your choice. | hope you can always believe it's the right one." Dorothy looked up at her and asked, "Would you... marry Everett?" Quincy nodded. "Yes, because | don't have your courage to face death, nor your strength to let go of everything and fight against the capital! | need to live, and so does my family."
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