Chapter 903


    Everett was absolutely wiped out when he finally drifted off to sleep.


    After enduring a grueling series of flights, includingyovers, then rushing straight to Dorothy only to


    get hurt for a couple of emergency surgeries that left him bleeding profusely, anyone''s body would


    have reached its limit.


    By the time Jeffrey and Dorothy arrived at the hospital, he hadn''t yet woken up.


    Jonathan had to leave, his wife hade down with the flu badly, leaving Quincy behind to look


    after Everett.


    "When''s he gonna wake up?" Jeffrey needed to be absolutely sure Everett was just sleeping, not


    passed out, before he could ease his worry.


    "No telling, really. He''ll wake up when he''s had enough rest," Quincy replied. She wasn’t in her


    usual scrubs since this wasn''t her hospital, but in a simple white tee and jeans, looking fresh-faced


    like she just graduated from college.


    Dorothy, noticing Jeffrey''s furrowed brow, gently suggested, "Why don''t you head back? You''ve


    been out long enough, and Karen might start worrying."


    "That''s exactly what I''m worried about! But with Everett here..."


    "I''ll stay until he wakes up."


    Jeffrey looked at her, paused for a few seconds, then nodded. "Alright, I''ll head back then. I''ll sort


    things out with Karen ande back. Call me if anything happens!"


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    As he hurried out of the hospital, Dorothy turned her attention back to Quincy.


    "Dr. Quincy, you have something to say."


    It wasn''t a question.


    "How''d you know?" Quincy was genuinely surprised.


    "If it wasn''t important, you wouldn''t still be standing here." Even after Jeffrey had left, she hadn’t


    moved an inch.


    "What is it? Is it about Everett?" Dorothy prodded.


    "Yeah." Quincy hesitated before speaking, "I just wanted to ask, is this situation really what you


    wanted?"


    Dorothy didn’t answer.


    "Causing such a scene, nearly turning Mr. Lopez into a cripple, almost getting him killed... How are


    your actions any different from what Heather did?" Quincy''s gaze was firm, her tone calm, not


    usatory, "Back in Swevia Country, I really thought you loved Mr. Lopez. I thought you two were in


    love, but now... I feel like you don''t love him at all. You just love yourself."


    Even with the alcohol in her system, Dorothy couldn''t find the words to argue.


    "I don''t want to know the details, and I''m not interested. But looking at the whole situation, as an


    outsider, I genuinely believe Mr. Lopez has done too much for you. So much that it''s not worth it."


    "Yes, I''m not worth it."


    "I''m not saying this to scold you, and I certainly don''t have the right or position to do so. I just hope


    you''ll think it over. Don''t wait until Mr. Lopez is taken by someone else and then regret it. By then,


    no one would be willing to give him back to you."


    Whoever finds a treasure never returns it.


    After saying her piece, Quincy walked away.


    Dorothy stood there for a long time before finally pushing open the door to the hospital room.


    Everett was still asleep on the bed, the room dimly lit to keep it soothing. Dorothy approached


    cautiously, not wanting to disturb him.


    His breathing was steady, his torso bare, showing bandages stained with hints of medicine and


    blood.


    Despite her efforts to be silent, he still slowly opened his eyes as she drew closer.


    "Dorothy."


    Everett''s voice was raspy, parched.


    Dorothy froze.


    "Yeah, how did you... know it was me?"


    He attempted a smile and said, "I just dreamed you were here. Am I still dreaming?"