NovelEnglishThe doctor was going to stop them. Considering Dorothy's current condition, it hardly seemed wise to let her leave the hospital.
But no one dared to protest once Everett spoke up. They exchanged looks, until finally, they watched as he scooped her up and carried her out of the hospital.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDorothy nestled into his broad chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling her own heartbeat slowly sync with his... To be so resolutely chosen by someone was a dream many yearned for, wasn't it? At least, Dorothy was crystal clear about one thing, that as long as she was willing to turn around, Everett would always be there behind her. That was a reassurance, a trust in its purest form.
"Everett." She said.
"Hmm?" Dorothy reached up, her fingers lightly circling his neck. "Heal me, please. I want to live, to see you grow old and grey. Wonder if you'll still be as handsome." Everett looked down at her with a smile on his face, "I will." Dorothy had always wanted to ask him if he was tired. Because living felt so exhausting to her-breathing was a chore, and even waking up each day was a struggle.
But in this moment, seeing Everett, who had been tirelessly looking after her for years, she realized the one who should be tired wasn't her, but him.
He was pursuing an endless route like groping in the dark with no end in sight. And he had lived like this for over a decade.
How could she be the tired one? Dorothy's condition was far more serious than Everett had anticipated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had thought it was merely a case of food poisoning at worst, something that could be treated with the right antidote. But as a day passed and the hospital was still at a loss.
Dorothy would drift in and out of consciousness, her mind clear one moment and foggy the next.
"Mr. Lopez, we've done all we can! Perhaps... you should seek out a more skilled physician?" They didn't dare delay, so they opted to be frank with him.
Everett's gaze swept over the doctors before he stood up and dialed a number, "Did you poison Dorothy?" "No!" Jonathan was slightly taken aback by his son's accusation. "I wouldn't wait until now if I wanted to harm her." "Then who could have poisoned Dorothy?!" Everett hadn't suspected his father initially. His main dea was that his presence could deter any direct action against Dorothy. But as the poison remained unidentified and untreated, he couldn't help but cast his doubts that way again. "Hold on!" Jonathan raised his voice. "Are you saying Dorothy's been poisoned? And it's critical?" "If anything happens to her, no one's getting off easy!" "Everett! I'm your father!" Jonathan struggled to accept that his own son would confront him so aggressively for a woman "I've told you, I haven't touched Dorothy, nor have I ordered anyone else to. If I wanted to settle the lawsuit that way, it wouldn't have even gone to trial!" He could have made Dorothy disappear without a trace! "If not you, then who?" "Then investigate! Send someone to probe me, your father, and see if what I'm telling you today is a lie!" Jonathan's patience had worn thin. "Your mother's severe illness didn't even get a glance from you, but for Dorothy's poisoning, you caccusingwith no evidence at all. Great job. I, Jonathan, have indeed raised a good son! Don't forget "Surman, Patience you're a father too!" His tone and manner didn't seem like those of a man guilty of poisoning Dorothy.
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