"Are you turningdown then?" Quincy had nothing more to say to him. "You can refuse, sure, but then I won't make that call to Jonathan for you." "Do you really want to see our family's business crumble to dust?!" Ronin asked.
Quincy let out a scoff, "Family business? Wasn't it always something that never concerned me? Have you ever thought of handing over our family business toor sharing its profits with me?" Her questioning gaze was sharp, "So, do you think I care?" Ronin clenched his fists. What options did he have left now? She was clearly having her hand on his throat.
"Are you sure you want to cut ties with the family? Just remember, even if you marry into the Lopez family, with their vast empire, they won't treat you well without your own family's backing!" "My own family? I don't have one." She said.
Ronin was taken aback.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"So, is it a yes or no?" she continued.
Ronin's teeth were nearly grinding against each other, but in the end, he had no choice but to nod.
"Fine! As long as you help our family get through this crisis, from then on... you and the family will have nothing to do with each other! And I won't casking you for any more favors." Quincy smiled, "Wrong! It's not about not asking for favors. It's that from now on, you don't get to acknowledgeif we even cross paths on the street." She was utterly disheartened. When her father had slapped her earlier, she was still willing to give it one last chance.
But...
He didn't take it.
Truth be told, whether Ronin agreed or not, Quincy would have still helped her family through its troubles. After all, now she could use Dorothy as leverage over Everett, the money was just a word away for her.
Now... well, it's for the best. From now on, she would be free.
Dorothy truly felt much better.
Even the irritations that plagued her before seemed to have eased-though insomnia was still an issue.
"Everett, I think... you don't need tox have Dr. Quincy treatanymore! Look, I'm getting better day by day without any medication or Ov injections!" Everett, who was browsing through sreports in his study, paused his typing and looked up at her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Has she been in touch with you these past few days?" he asked.
Dorothy was taken aback by the question, "No!" She didn't really have any personal connection with Dr. Quincy, and her last text on Whathadn't even been returned.
"I'll handle it. You don't need to worry about this." He concluded.
Dorothy frowned slightly. Her woman's intuition told her something was off.
"Everett, is there skind of issue between you and Dr. Quincy?" It didn't seem like it was just about Everett asking Quincy to treat her.
"No." "Is that the truth?" Dorothy moved closer and straddled Everett's lap, her voice taking on a wheedling and softening tone, "If there's something, just tell me! I hate having to guess! Is it your father... bringing up the idea of you marrying Dr. Quincy again?" Everett felt a sudden jolt in his heart. But he managed to keep his expression steady.
"No," he said.
"Then what is it?" "Haven't I said, Dorothy? Just trust me, and let's not delve into this now," Everett couldn't possibly share the real issue with Dorothy. She was born to be the type to overthink. If she knew Quincy was using her as a bargaining chip to manipulate him, Everett feared Dorothy might do something drastic in despair.
The poison was real, as was Dorothy's depression.