NovelEnglish"Oh? You've got a plan?" Jonathan knew all too well what his son was like. "You're not just stalling me, are you?" "With my family's reputation, you shouldn't have such doubts." Jonathan laughed, "You are always the visionary! Alright, I'll agree to your terms, but don't take too long. Jonathan's not the patient type." "I've got it under control." Dorothy didn't immediately return to the Bay Residence with Everett.
She was all too aware of her disheveled state. She feared that Abigail and Langston would be scared if they saw her like this.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBack in the hotel suite, Everett, with his penchant for cleanliness, couldn't help but frown deeply at the sight of beer cans littered all over the floor.
"You should get ssleep." "And you?" Dorothy looked up at him.
"I'll clean up a bit." "I can do it myself. You're hurt." Everett stood still, repeating with a commanding tone, "Go to sleep." "Okay." He watched Dorothy curl up in bed, her small figure forming a lump under the covers, let out a shallow sigh, and then bent down to pick up the beer cans.
It was clear Dorothy was now relying heavily on alcohol. She never used to be like this! In fact, she used to hate drinking. Because of his injuries, Everett's movements were slow. Thinking Dorothy had fallen asleep, he didn't call for hotel cleaning services. Of course, he also wanted to spend more talone with Dorothy.
Who knew, the next second she might turn cold again, hurl harsh words, and ask him to leave.
A bitter smile tugged at Everett's lips.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTo have cto this point in life, he wondered if he was too successful or too much of a failure.
After tidying up the room, it was already deep into the night.
He slowly approached the bed, about to reach out, when he saw Dorothy's clear eyes looking back at him.
"Can't sleep?" She nodded. "Yeah...I have insomnia." "Is that why you drank so much?" After hesitating, she nodded in admission. "Yes." "Tomorrow, let's go see a doctor, okay?" Everett sat by her bed, gently stroking her hair thered an illnes epeated vert we treat it. But let's not think about ending everything, okay? Just stick withlike this, forever." Dorothy's body relaxed from its initial stiffness, leaning against Everett's leg.
After a while, she spoke up.
"Everett, I appealed." "I know." His lips moved slightly. "Ephraim told me." After receiving the call, Everett rushed to Dorothy's hotel Lafford immediately. He couldn't afford to overlook any detail about Dorothy now, fearing one day he might receive news of her demise... "You can withdraw your appeal now." "No need, let it be." "Everett, you withdraw it." Dorothy's tone hardened.
He paused for a second and then nodded. "As you wish." "Dr. Quincy said I'm selfish." She stared at the ceiling, dimly lit by the neon lights Outside her gaze gradually becoming distant. "She wasn't wrong. I am selfish." "No matter what kind of person you are, I still want to keep you by my side, so it doesn't matter." "There are so many better options out there..." "Don't you get it?" Everett's hand in her hair gentled. "It can only be you." There were better options, but he wouldn't choose them, nor did he want to see them.
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