Female Novel
Chapter 909
"Oh? You've got a plan?" Jonathan knew all too well what his son was like. "You're not just stallingme, are you?"
"With my family's reputation, you shouldn't have such doubts."
Jonathan laughed, "You are always the visionary! Alright, I'll agree to your terms, but don't take toolong. Jonathan's not the patient type."
"I've got it under control."
...
Dorothy didn't immediately return to the Bay Residence with Everett.
She was all too aware of her disheveled state. She feared that Abigail and Langston would bescared if they saw her like this.
Back in the hotel suite, Everett, with his penchant for cleanliness, couldn't help but frown deeply atthe sight of beer cans littered all over the floor.
"You should get some sleep."
"And you?" Dorothy looked up at him.
"I'll clean up a bit."
"I can do it myself. You're hurt."
Everett stood still, repeating with a commanding tone, "Go to sleep."
"Okay."
He watched Dorothy curl up in bed, her small figure forming a lump under the covers, let out ashallow sigh, and then bent down to pick up the beer cans.
It was clear Dorothy was now relying heavily on alcohol. She never used to be like this! In fact, sheused to hate drinking.
Because of his injuries, Everett's movements were slow. Thinking Dorothy had fallen asleep, hedidn't call for hotel cleaning services. Of course, he also wanted to spend more time alone withDorothy.
Who knew, the next second she might turn cold again, hurl harsh words, and ask him to leave.
A bitter smile tugged at Everett's lips.
To have come to this point in life, he wondered if he was too successful or too much of a failure.
After tidying up the room, it was already deep into the night.
He slowly approached the bed, about to reach out, when he saw Dorothy's clear eyes looking backat him.
"Can't sleep?"
She nodded. "Yeah...I have insomnia."
"Is that why you drank so much?"
After hesitating, she nodded in admission. "Yes."
"Tomorrow, let's go see a doctor, okay?" Everett sat by her bed, gently stroking her hair repeatedly."If there's an illness, we treat it. But let's not think about ending everything, okay? Just stick with melike this, forever."
Dorothy's body relaxed from its initial stiffness, leaning against Everett's leg.
After a while, she spoke up.
"Everett, I appealed."
"I know." His lips moved slightly. "Ephraim told me."
After receiving the call, Everett rushed to Dorothy's hotel immediately. He couldn't afford to overlookany detail about Dorothy now, fearing one day he might receive news of her demise...
"You can withdraw your appeal now."
"No need, let it be."novelbin
"Everett, you withdraw it." Dorothy's tone hardened.
He paused for a second and then nodded. "As you wish."
"Dr. Quincy said I'm selfish." She stared at the ceiling, dimly lit by the neon lights outside, her gazegradually becoming distant. "She wasn't wrong. I am selfish."
"No matter what kind of person you are, I still want to keep you by my side, so it doesn't matter."
"There are so many better options out there..."
"Don't you get it?" Everett's hand in her hair gentled. "It can only be you."
There were better options, but he wouldn't choose them, nor did he want to see them.