Chapter 493


    Chapter 493


    Quincy gestured towards his wound. “Theny still, buddy. Let me check out where the blood came


    from. You don’t want Ms. Sanchez toe back and find you soaked in blood, do you?”


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    Out of everything Jonathan had said, he was right on that only one point – Dorothy was Everett’s


    Achilles‘ heel.


    And right now, Quincy was exploiting that weakness with pinpoint uracy.


    Seeing his son finally cooperating, Jonathan’s worry settled down a bit, but it was quickly reced by


    irritation. “You’re trashing your own health over a woman?”


    “Dorothy probably had her fair share of troubles trying to see me. You didn’t seem to care much about


    her then, did you?”


    “She’s not one of the Lopezes!”


    Everett snorted with disdain, “Being a Lopez doesn’t put you above anyone else.”


    Jonathan had never been so tantly defied by his son before. He was so angry he could barely


    breathe.


    Quincy, sensing the situation was getting worse, quickly interjected while tending to the wound. “Alright,


    Jonathan! Can we stop quarreling? The patient needs to stay calm and rest to heal properly. Any


    irritation isn’t going to help!”


    “He started it!”


    “Well, how about you and Amanda step out of the hospital for a while? That way, Mr. Lopez can’t reach


    you to pick a fight.” Quincy’s hands moved with practiced ease as she disinfected and rebandaged


    Everett’s wound, but the monitor needed to be taken down as it was damaged by him.


    Once everything was settled, Quincy sought for a private chat with Jonathan to avoid stressing out the


    patient in the hospital. But as she reached the door, Everett called out to her.


    “Don’t tell Dorothy about the fuss earlier.”


    “You’re aware she’d worry, huh?”


    With a sigh, Quincy set about separating the twobustible rivals.


    She ushered Jonathan into her office, poured him a ss of water and offered aforting smile,


    “Jonathan, there’s no need to stay angry. What can’t a father and son talk over?”


    “There’s nothing to talk about! After all this time, he still refuses to budge. He insists on marrying that


    Dorothy!”


    Quincy paused, taken aback, “Isn’t he already…


    “The Lopezes will never wee her in our house!” Jonathan mmed his hand down on the desk,


    “Even if it means disowning my own son, I won’t allow such a daughter–inw into my family! I tried


    not to meddle in his personal affairs, but look at him now, so obsessed by Dorothy that he’s neglecting


    his own health! How can I, as a father, not be heartbroken?”


    Jonathan’s face reddened by rage. Quincy quickly tried to soothe him, worried he might pass out from


    anger.


    “Even if you disagree, you need to talk this through calmly! Don’t act in haste! Both you and your wife


    are not in the best of health. I’ve seen your medical reports, and you really should avoid getting angry.”


    “I wish I could do that! My terms are simple: Dorothy is not setting foot into the Lopez household.”


    “Why?” Quincy was puzzled, but she was aware of somemon causation of disapproving a


    marriage. Frictions between the inws, social barriers, and things like those.


    “Isn’t she aware of her status? How could she ever be worthy of the Lopezes? Quincy, I’m not being


    cruel, but you grew up in a prestigious family just like us. If you wanted to marry an average Joe, your


    parents wouldn’t agree either!”


    Quincy mulled it over and, finally, she could only nod. She didn’t like it but waspelled to agree with


    his sentiment.


    Indeed, it seemed like the heirs of wealthy families, were Inevitably bound to arranged marriages. They


    could barely escape from that fate, especially those only sons like Everett.