Chapter 923


    Ronin instinctively wanted to argue when his daughter guessed it right.


    "But that’ll all be yours after I pass away, right? If our family can do well, then you can hold your


    ground when you''re married."


    Quincy didn''t want to hear any of it. She sighed softly, "Dad, I''m only helping our family this once.


    After that, I want nothing to do with any of the family affairs."


    "You…"


    "I don''t want your money, and clearly, you never nned to give it to me. I just want my freedom!


    Since you''ve basically sold me to the Lopez family, consider me as someone you never had." With


    that, Quincy hung up the phone.


    She thought she would feel terrible after saying those harsh words, maybe even cry.


    But, surprisingly, not even a hint of sourness came to her eyes.


    Maybe he was right. Every gift had its price tagged secretly, and since she had her share by


    enjoying her family''s privileges, paying her dues was only fair.


    …


    The following day, Dorothy woke up to find Everett rarely still in bed, leaning against the headboard


    and working on his phone.


    Feeling her stir, he nced down, "What do you fancy for breakfast?"


    Dorothy took a moment to gather her thoughts, remembering everything that had happened the


    night before.


    "I''m not really hungry…" she muttered.


    "That''s not an option. You need to eat."


    "Then, something light, I guess." Dorothy propped herself and sat up. "I''ll go freshen up."


    In the bathroom, she could tell Everett had just taken a shower not long ago. Although he had dried


    the ce, the air still held a hint of dampness.


    And the thermostat was undoubtedly set to cold showers, turned all the way down.


    He seriously did this in the early morning?


    Dorothy felt her cheeks warming up. She quickly patted them, and began to freshen up.


    When she came out, Everett was already dressed in his suit, waiting on the couch with his long legs


    crossed.


    "Are you heading to the office?" she asked.


    "No, I''m taking you to see a doctor."


    Dorothy frowned, "I don''t want to go to the hospital."


    "We''re not going to the hospital." Everett stood up, taking her hand. "We won''t go anywhere you


    don''t want to."


    She didn''t respond; she just heard him sigh above her head.


    "Dorothy, be a good girl. You still have to stay with me for life."


    "But…"


    "No buts, just do as I say."


    Dorothy couldn''t help butugh, "Now you''re being bossy."


    "If I had known being bossy worked on you, I wouldn''t have held back."


    Finally, sheughed, changed her clothes, and let him take her to see a doctor in the countryside.


    Everett had gone to such lengths, so the least she could do was to take a step as what he just


    wanted.


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    She owed him that much.


    Upon arrival, the doctor Everett had arranged was already waiting.


    "Dorothy, rx and cooperate with the doctor." He paused, then added, "Dr. Quincy rmended


    her."


    "Oh." Dorothy nodded and then smiled at the female psychologist, "Hello."


    "Hello, Ms. Sanchez! Dr. Quincy briefed me on your situation. Here''s the thing, if we can manage


    your suicidal tendencies without it, I''d advise against MECT treatment due to its side effects. Let''s


    try medication for a while and see how it goes," the shrink said softly, her smile reassuring.


    Dorothy frowned slightly, "Can we make it so I don''t have hallucinations first?"


    "You''re having hallucinations?" The shrink looked surprised, murmuring, "It shouldn''t be this


    severe…"