Chapter 925


    He had barely turned around when he saw her slicing her finger with the knife!


    Dorothy shrunk a bit under his loud voice, looking down, "I''m sorry, I lied. I just couldn''t help


    myself..."


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    Everett tossed the knife aside and pulled her into a tight embrace, gently patting her back tofort


    her.


    "You haven''t done anything wrong. It''s on me for raising my voice and for not putting the knife away


    safely. We''ll get through your illness together step by step."


    "Yeah." She would do her best to cooperate.


    After holding her for a while, Everett stood up to grab the first-aid kit to bandage her finger.


    The cut wasn''t deep, and it hardly bledpared to the injuries Everett had seen her endure, but


    he still applied the antiseptic with great care, asking if it hurt.


    Dorothy felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, too resigned to even struggle. Nevertheless, he was


    desperately calling her back! That made her feel like she couldn''t justify it even if she wanted to


    jump.


    ...


    As night fell, Dorothy took the medication the shrink prescribed and soon felt drowsy.


    Everett waited until she was truly asleep before leaving the bedroom.


    "Dad, is Mommy''s sickness not getting better?" Langston looked troubled when he saw him,


    hesitantly asking.


    Everett ruffled his hair, "Why do you ask?"


    "It''s just... Mommy feels both close and yet so far away," Langston couldn''t quite articte his


    feelings, but that''s how he felt.


    "She''ll get better. With Dad here, she won''t be sick forever."


    Langston nodded, "Then Abigail and I will be good and not make Mommy mad. Whatever Mommy


    asks, we''ll do."


    "That''s my boy." Everett stayed in the kids'' room until both children were asleep before heading


    back to the living room.


    He nced at his phone and noticed a missed call.


    From Quincy.


    He called back, and Quincy picked up quickly.


    "Mr. Lopez, I heard from a friend that Ms. Sanchez is now so ill she''s having hallucinations?"


    "Yeah, some of her behavior seems involuntary, not just simple depression."


    Quincy was silent for a moment before sighing, "Don''t put too much pressure on her for mental


    illness takes a long time to heal. And her emotional wounds haven''t healed yet, so making recovery


    even harder."


    "I have a feeling her condition isn''t just psychological."


    "Did you find out something else, Mr. Lopez?"


    "No."


    It was just his intuition and conjecture. After all, the issues with Dorothy''s mother had been dragging


    on for years. Though hard to ept, Dorothy still had enough time to buffer, so it seemed unlikely


    her depression would lead to severe hallucinations.


    "Don''t overthink it! Once I''m done here, I''ll head over to Eldorria City to check on her condition."


    Everett frowned, not responding to her offer but instead suddenly asking, "Did you know about my


    father taking out arge sum of money to help your family?"


    "...Yes."


    "What did you promise him?"


    Everett knew his father well enough to know he wouldn''t just give away arge sum of money out of


    pure friendship.


    Quincy chuckled, "Don’t you know? Jonathan wanted me to marry you."


    Everett said nothing.


    "But... unless you agree, it won''t happen. Who am I to register with by myself?"


    "I can''t marry you."