Chapter 901


    At the hospital in Eldorria City.


    Quincy had barely touched down before she was rushed into the operating room.


    This time was different from thest. Previously, Everett had been unconscious, sparing her the


    need for any eye contact. But now…


    “Mr. Lopez, I’m afraid I’m going to have to invade your personal space a bit here.”


    Everett’s hand was secured on the operating table, and since it was a local anesthetic, he was


    awake, though his face was pale.


    “Did shee?”


    He didn’t respond to Quincy’s remark, his mind clearly elsewhere, probably outside the operating


    room.


    “Ms. Sanchez? I’m not sure. I didn’t see anyone when I came in.” Quincy, now in her scrubs, began


    to apply disinfectant, revealing a long, deep cut.


    Even though she was no stranger to the OR, the sight still made her wince.


    “Ms. Sanchez did this?”


    Everett nced at her but remained silent.


    “She really went all out. This looks as bad as what that guy did.”


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    “You talk too much.”


    It was the first time Quincy had received such feedback. She fell silent, focusing on the surgery,


    stitching the torn tendon back together.


    As seconds turned into minutes, sweat beaded on Quincy’s forehead, wiped away only to form


    again.


    “Will my hand ever fully recover?”


    Perhaps feeling a bit grateful for Quincy’s rushed effort and immediate surgery without rest, and for


    putting up with his gruffness, Everett initiated a conversation.


    Quincy was momentarily taken aback.


    “I’ll do my best. Physical therapy afterwards will be crucial too.”


    “Hmm.”


    Everett didn’t say more and just closed his eyes.


    Time passed, and finally, Quincy finished thest stitch. She breathed a sigh of relief and


    unintentionally caught Everett’s eyes.


    He had fallen asleep.


    His features were so perfect they seemed divine, breathtaking even in sleep.


    This was a man with looks, pedigree, and rare loyalty – aplete fantasy.


    “Dr. Quincy?”


    Her assistant’s nudge brought her back to reality.


    She cleared her throat softly and whispered, “He’s asleep. Let’s try to keep it down and not disturb


    him. Take him back to his room quietly.”


    “Got it!”


    As Everett was wheeled out, Quincy turned to clean up and change out of her scrubs.


    She was just leaving when Jonathan approached.


    “Jonathan.”


    “Yeah! How’s Everett’s hand…?” Jonathan was worried about his son, despite thetter’s rash


    actions.


    Quincy removed her mask, offering a reassuring smile.


    “The surgery went well, but the level of recovery depends on his physio. The repaired tendon won’t


    be the same as before.”


    Jonathan sighed upon hearing this, his emotions a mix of relief and concern.


    “Jonathan, I came back to perform this surgery for Everett. Can I ask you for a favor?”


    “What is it?”


    “Please, stop pressuring my family. I can’t marry Mr. Lopez if there’s no love between us, not out of


    business convenience.”