Chapter 947


    Everett didn''t utter a word before abruptly ending the call.


    He nced at Dorothy, who quickly chimed in, "Was that Dr. Quincy? Something must have


    happened. Go check on her, will you? She''s pretty much a stranger in Eldorria City, and... she did


    save your life, after all."


    "Right." Everett nodded and slipped back into his suit jacket. As he reached the foyer of Bay


    Residence, he murmured, "Dorothy, we''ll talk when I get back."


    "Of course!" Dorothy escorted Everett to the door and watched his car disappear from view, her


    spirits dimming.


    Honestly, she hadn''t expected Everett to agree so readily...


    From what she knew of him, he normally wouldn''t have bothered especially when it involved other


    women.


    Dorothy had prepared herself to persuade him further, yet it took only one mention for him to


    consent.


    Considering Kevin''s hesitant tone and Quincy''s message — "if you don''t agree, you''ll regret it” -


    though unsure of the exact tone Quincy had used, it almost sounded like she was petntly baiting


    Everett.


    "How can I doubt Everett? What am I even thinking!" Dorothy pped her forehead, eager to banish


    these thoughts from her mind.


    If Everett truly harbored feelings for Quincy, he wouldn''t have taken the call in front of her and let


    her hear everything! He was being transparent, without a hint of guilt, precisely because there was


    nothing to hide.


    Doubting Everett would only hurt him.


    ...


    Upon Everett''s arrival, Quincy was already waiting at the door, certain he woulde.


    See, she was right.


    "Did Ms. Sanchez take the antidote?"


    "Let''s cut to the chase. What will it take for you to give it to me once and for all?" Everett wanted to


    avoid unnecessary chatter and get straight to the point.


    Quincy smiled, "I said, I want you to marry me."


    "That''s not happening."


    "I''m only asking for marriage, not for you to like me! I don''t even like you!" She believed Everett


    could see the sense in her proposal, "After we''re married, I won''t interfere with your rtionship or


    contact with Ms. Sanchez. I''ll provide the antidote every month, ensuring her safety."


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    Everett''s expression darkened, "The only people forcing you to marry into the Lopez family are our


    fathers, not Dorothy! If you need a bargaining chip to feel secure, then cure Dorothy and let me take


    her ce. Isn''t that more straightforward?


    "Mr. Lopez, I know Ms. Sanchez''s life means more to you than your own."


    Everett was speechless.


    "Why would I switch targets and increase my risk after sessfully deceiving everyone and


    poisoning Ms. Sanchez?" She had always preferred to stay out of the fray, but that didn''t mean she


    lacked cunning.


    "Quincy!"


    "Also, I brought you here to warn you, Mr. Lopez! Don''t even think about analyzing the antidote to


    recreate it. The key lies in the order the ingredients are mixed! A single mistake could turn the


    antidote into a more potent poison, which would exacerbate her condition. By then, even I couldn''t


    save her."


    In other words, no one but she could neutralize the poison she meticulously crafted, a poison born


    from realizing her parents'' indifference, perfected after countless failures.