Female Novel
Chapter 928
"Alright, I'm counting on you then. Don't let me down." Jonathan said.
The stakes were too high for Quincy’s family. A simple gesture from him, and her family could justkeep their footing in the business world. But if he decided to play dirty, then her family would be likea small boat in the midst of a stormy sea, constantly at the mercy of the elements.
After ending the call, Quincy set her phone aside and let out a heavy sigh.
Sometimes she wondered what really defined good and evil.
Was self-sacrifice the epitome of goodness? And if one abandoned goodness and morality, butmanaged to save her parents, was that act still good, or did it veer into evil?
…
When Everett picked up the call from Langston, he was in the middle of a boardroom meeting.
Delegates from several international partners were present for a site inspection, ready to sign theofficial contracts after exchanging letters of intent.
“Dad! Mom fainted!”
Everett shot up from his chair, “Don't worry, Langston. I'm on my way!”
Kevin, standing nearby, quickly explained to the partners, “Mrs. Lopez is unwell. Please dounderstand the situation.”
The partners nodded in understanding; after all, they couldn't afford to offend the LopezCorporation.
By then, Everett had already vanished from the boardroom as expected.
Arriving at Bay Residence, he saw Langston sitting beside Dorothy, with Abigail already in tears.
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“Don't cry, I'm here now.” Everett scooped the unconscious Dorothy into his arms, and the doctor hehad called arrived shortly after.
“Dad, is Mom going to... leave us?”
Langston stopped mid-sentence, choosing his words carefully.
Despite being more composed than Abigail, he was still just a kid.
“No!” Everett's reply was unwavering.
Following the ambulance to the hospital, Dorothy was rushed into the ER.
The glaring red light seemed to tear Everett's heart into pieces, filling him with anxiety andrestlessness.
As minutes ticked by silently, the ER was eerily quiet.
Just as Everett's patience was running thin, the doctor finally emerged.
“Mr. Lopez, Ms. Sanchez’s symptoms... they resemble poisoning.”
Poisoning?
“What kind of poison?”
“We need further tests for a definitive conclusion. Her reactions and symptoms are quite unusual,”the doctor said, clearly troubled.
When the doctor first saw Dorothy's blood test results, he was baffled because he had neverencountered such a case before.
Several standard toxicology tests showed normal results, yet the patient's condition remained dire.
“How long will the tests take?”
“It's hard to say, Mr. Lopez.” The doctor dared not give a precise timeframe.
He was utterly clueless. The assumed poisoning was just a suspicion.
Everett was about to say something more when a nurse hurried out, “The patient is awake!”
Without waiting for the doctor's response, Everett rushed into the ER.
There on the hospital bed, Dorothy lay pale, her eyes open but void of life.
“Dorothy!” He quickly approached and took her hand into his.
Dorothy turned her face towards him, confused, “Why am I here?”
“You fainted!” he asked with a frown, “Tell me, did you eat or drink anything unusual?”
She shook her head, unable to remember anything before she fainted; her mind was a blank slate.
“Everett, I don't want to stay in the hospital... take me home…”
“Okay! We’ll go home now.”