Chapter 683


    Everett clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the tension in his jaw


    sharpened its contours.


    Heather burst into an unrestrained, almost maniacalughter.


    The sight was horrifying to watch.


    "The truth is, Everett, it was your own mother who instructed the doctors at the hospital to


    administer the fatal dose of Digoxin to her mother. Just 10mg could kill an adult, and she got a


    whopping 50mg injection—of course, her heart gave out instantly. No miracle could''ve saved her."


    A buzzing filled Everett''s ears, drowning out all other sounds.


    He could only watch as Heather''s lips moved, her hystericalughter piercing the silence.


    "This can''t be happening. It''s impossible."


    He had asked his father before, who had assured him his mother wasn''t involved.


    "And another thing. Everett, you might as well give up trying to hide the truth from Dorothy. She


    knows about your mother''s masterpiece. Why do you think she left you? Why do you think she told


    you she was in love with Keh? Have you ever thought about that?


    The hospital''s surveince was supposed to be destroyed, but I made copies ahead of time, spread


    across several USB drives. I had the security room staff y dumb, selling one of the drives with


    the incriminating content to Dorothy for a pretty penny. And that footage? It was of your mother


    giving the order."


    USB drives.


    Everett found it increasingly difficult to breathe as if someone''s invisible grip was squeezing his


    heart mercilessly.


    Yes, the USB drive.


    The one Dorothy had Byte 7 recover.


    On it was the evidence of his mother''s crime against Dorothy''s mother.


    "Heather, you''d better not be lying," Everett ground out through clenched teeth, each word heavy


    with venom.


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    "Why would I lie now? Go ahead, ask Dorothy if I''m telling the truth. Ask her if she can spend her


    life with you, or if she can stand having Amanda as her mother-inw, and marry the son of the


    woman who murdered her own mother."


    Everett''s bnce faltered, hisrge frame staggering backwards.


    Suddenly, a sweet, metallic taste rose in his throat.


    He reached to cover his mouth, but it was toote. A bright red gush spewed forth, running down


    his well-defined fingers. His pale hand was instantly stained with the spreading crimson.


    Seeing him like this, Heather panicked, "Everett! Don''t scare me, Everett! Somebody help, hurry!"


    Soon, a swarm of guards rushed in, freezing at the sight.


    "Mr. Lopez."


    "Don''t."


    He raised his hand, signaling them to stay back, then turned and walked away, one unsteady step


    at a time.


    His ck coat concealed the blood, but not the scent that wafted through the air.


    Behind him, Heather''sughter turned to inconsble sobs. She slid to the ground,cking the


    strength to stand again.


    "Everett, I truly love you. I''d die with you if you asked. Dorothy can''t give you her whole heart, but I


    can. Even if you asked me to kill my own parents, I would, but Dorothy couldn''t."


    The door of the detention room closed, and silence reimed the space.


    Only the blood spattered on the floor remained, drying slowly.


    "Everett, just turn back and look at me. I beg you. I love you more than Dorothy ever could. She


    doesn''t deserve you, and she doesn''t deserve to be by your side."


    "Please."


    "I''m begging you."