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"trante_text": "\"l...\"\n\"Listen to me,\" Everett said patiently as always. \"Money is just a tool, an essory to a person. It''s
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meant to be exchanged for something | want. As long as it feels right to me, it''s money well spent. Don''t overthink whether it''s
being spent on you or me.\"\nDorothy looked down, her eyshes casting shadows on her cheeks. \"When ites to loving you, |
feel like Heather loves you more. And in terms of capability, Quincy has saved your life twice. | feel like I''m just stuck in the middle,
causing you trouble and making things harder for you, without really being able to do anything else.\"\n\"Just being by my side is
all | need to not feel troubled anymore,\" Everett said with a smile. \"How about we go for a health check-up tomorrow?\"\nDorothy
nodded gently, \"Okay.\"\n...\nEverett knew that Dorothy disliked hospitals, so he had Quincy''s medical equipment moved to their
private residence.\nWhen they arrived, Quincy was already waiting for them at the door.\nPerhaps because it wasn''t in a hospital,
she wasn''t wearing ab coat. Instead, she was in a light pink dress that made her look exceptionally innocent and pure, her smile
making her seem barely in her teens.\n\"Ms. Sanchez,\" Quincy stepped forward to greet them, calling out before lifting her gaze to
Everett, \"Mr. Lopez.\"\nHe didn''t respond to her, focusing instead on supporting Dorothy.\n\"Don''t be scared of the check-up, it''s
just a little blood draw.\"\nDorothy shook her head with a resigned smile, \"It''s not my first time. I''m not scared of
needles.\"\nStanding beside them, Quincy felt as if she was invisible, unnoticed.\nlt was only after Dorothy finished talking to
Everett that she turned to Quincy.\n\"Dr. Quincy, thank you for your efforts.\"\n\"It''s my duty,\" she always replied with the same
line.\nFollowing Quincy in, the ce was filled with various medical instruments and containers of medications, their contents a
mystery.\n\"Have a seat.\"\nAs they approached the area for the blood draw, Quincy went to gather the necessary
supplies.\nDorothy turned to Everett and said, \"You should wait outside!\"\n\"No, I''ll stay here.\"\n\"Please, go! | have some
women''s private matters to ask her about, it would be awkward with you here.\"\nEverett frowned, \"What kind of private matters?
\"\n\"If it''s private, why would you ask!\" Dorothy''s cheeks reddened, \"It''s about women''s health. Since we''re here, | thought I''d
ask. You stepping out for a few minutes won''t hurt. What could Dr. Quincy possibly do to me?\"\n\"...\"\n\"Please? Otherwise, | won''t
cooperate next time!\"\nEverett pressed his lips together, ultimately relenting, \"I''ll be right outside, just call if you need
me.\"\n\"Okay.\"\nAs he stepped out, Quincy cover with the supplies.\n\"Got him to leave, Ms. Sanchez? You had something to
ask me?\"\nHer words flowed easily, but her hands were busy preparing for the blood draw.\nAfter sanitizing Dorothy''s arm and
searching for a vein...\n\"Yes, Dr. Quincy, you mentioned you might be getting married. Do you have a boyfriend?\"\nQuincy paused
for a moment, then offered a forced smile, \"No.\"\n\"So, who are you nning to marry?\"\nDorothy''s question was direct. Her
attitude towards Quincy had shifted from gratitude to something more confrontational.\nQuincy just smiled, not hiding anything,
\"Someone my family arranged.\"\nIn that moment, the air around them seemed to freeze.\nDorothy had guessed this might be the
case before, but she had always thought she was just overthinking it.\n\"Everett?\""
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