Chapter 912


    Since Dorothy cut herself, several days had passed, yet the wound hadn''t healed. The slightest


    brush of clothing against it caused her pain, suggesting it was probably inmed, maybe even


    infected.


    "No need, I can take care of it myself."


    Dorothy immediately refused, even taking a step back, a hint of wariness in her movements.


    Seeing her like this, Everett quickly spoke up to soothe her, "Alright, I won''t touch your wound. How


    about I get you some medicine, and you can apply it yourself?"


    "I don''t need to put anything on it."


    "Come on," he said, frowning slightly. "You need to work with me if you want to get better sooner."


    Dorothy clearly didn''t want topromise or get too close, struggling to find a way to reject his offer


    without offending him.


    Everett sighed deeply, then stepped forward to take her hand, patting her head as if she were a


    child. "Hey, rx. I''lly everything you want at your feet. So, just take it easy, and trust me, okay?"


    She tensed up, trying to pull her hand away.


    But Dorothy pulled, and Everett pulled back harder.


    "So, you don''t trust me, is that it? Fine, you don''t have to trust me. Keep seeing me as the enemy if


    you want!"


    "Everett, your father said if I don''t drop thewsuit, he''d arrange for Dr. Quincy to marry you."


    Everett was taken aback as he asked, "Is that what this is about?"


    "Not entirely."


    "They tried to get me to marry Heather, and I didn''t, did I? Who I want to marry... don''t you know


    that by now?"


    Dorothy frowned. "But I don''t want to drop thewsuit."


    "You don''t have to listen to them. Just listen to me, okay?" Everett said, looking at her worn-out


    state, his mind clear of anything but concern for her well-being.


    He just wanted her to be healthy.


    He wanted her to be as vibrant and determined as she was when they first met at the Prosperity


    Consortium, fighting passionately for her projects, brainstorming tirelessly to seal a deal.


    That''s the Dorothy he knew.


    Just as she was about to respond, her phone suddenly rang.


    Both of them looked over—


    It was Karen.


    "Dorothy! Jeffrey and I just found out the baby''s gender. Guess if it’s a boy or a girl!"


    Karen''s voice was always so full of energy, effortlessly spreading happiness, as if she never had a


    bad day or a worry in the world.


    Dorothy thought for a moment, then answered softly, "A boy?"


    "Hehe!" Karenughed mischievously, "Wrong, it''s a girl! Haha, who knows, maybe we will end up


    being inws! I''d love to see my daughter marry Langston! Oh, but what if Langston thinks she''s not


    pretty enough? He''s just too handsome. There will be so many girls after him."


    "Nonsense, my daughter will be the most beautiful!" Jeffrey immediately protested over the phone.


    "My girl''s not marrying anyone! I''ll take care of her for life!"


    "That''s going to make her an old maid!"


    Listening to their yful banter, Dorothy suddenly felt the warmth of everyday life seeping in.


    "Dorothy, let''s meet up, okay? I miss you!"


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    Karen suddenly suggested.


    "No..."


    Before Dorothy could get another word out, Karen started to wheedle, "Come on, let''s just have


    dinner together! Please, I''m begging you. I''m going stir-crazy at home, and you never text or miss


    me!"


    Dorothy didn’t know how to reply.


    "Come out with us! Jeffrey and I will pick you up!"


    Just as Dorothy was about to respond, Everett beat her to it.


    "No need to pick her up. I''ll drive her there."