Chapter 929


    The doctor was going to stop them. Considering Dorothy''s current condition, it hardly seemed wise


    to let her leave the hospital.


    But no one dared to protest once Everett spoke up. They exchanged looks, until finally, they


    watched as he scooped her up and carried her out of the hospital.


    Dorothy nestled into his broad chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling her own


    heartbeat slowly sync with his...


    To be so resolutely chosen by someone was a dream many yearned for, wasn''t it?


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    At least, Dorothy was crystal clear about one thing, that as long as she was willing to turn around,


    Everett would always be there behind her. That was a reassurance, a trust in its purest form.


    "Everett." She said.


    "Hmm?"


    Dorothy reached up, her fingers lightly circling his neck. "Heal me, please. I want to live, to see you


    grow old and grey. Wonder if you''ll still be as handsome."


    Everett looked down at her with a smile on his face, "I will."


    Dorothy had always wanted to ask him if he was tired. Because living felt so exhausting to her—


    breathing was a chore, and even waking up each day was a struggle.


    But in this moment, seeing Everett, who had been tirelessly looking after her for years, she realized


    the one who should be tired wasn''t her, but him.


    He was pursuing an endless route like groping in the dark with no end in sight. And he had lived like


    this for over a decade.


    How could she be the tired one?


    ...


    Dorothy''s condition was far more serious than Everett had anticipated.


    He had thought it was merely a case of food poisoning at worst, something that could be treated


    with the right antidote. But as a day passed and the hospital was still at a loss.


    Dorothy would drift in and out of consciousness, her mind clear one moment and foggy the next.


    "Mr. Lopez, we''ve done all we can! Perhaps... you should seek out a more skilled physician?"


    They didn''t dare dy, so they opted to be frank with him.


    Everett''s gaze swept over the doctors before he stood up and dialed a number, "Did you poison


    Dorothy?"


    "No!" Jonathan was slightly taken aback by his son''s usation. "I wouldn’t wait until now if I


    wanted to harm her."


    "Then who could have poisoned Dorothy?!" Everett hadn''t suspected his father initially. His main


    idea was that his presence could deter any direct action against Dorothy. But as the poison


    remained unidentified and untreated, he couldn''t help but cast his doubts that way again.


    "Hold on!" Jonathan raised his voice. "Are you saying Dorothy''s been poisoned? And it''s critical?"


    "If anything happens to her, no one''s getting off easy!"


    "Everett! I''m your father!" Jonathan struggled to ept that his own son would confront him so


    aggressively for a woman. "I''ve told you, I haven''t touched Dorothy, nor have I ordered anyone else


    to. If I wanted to settle thewsuit that way, it wouldn''t have even gone to trial!"


    He could have made Dorothy disappear without a trace!


    "If not you, then who?"


    "Then investigate! Send someone to probe me, your father, and see if what I''m telling you today is a


    lie!" Jonathan''s patience had worn thin. "Your mother''s severe illness didn''t even get a nce from


    you, but for Dorothy''s poisoning, youe using me with no evidence at all. Great job. I,


    Jonathan, have indeed raised a good son! Don''t forget you''re a father too!"


    His tone and manner didn''t seem like those of a man guilty of poisoning Dorothy.