GoodReadThe words had barely left her mouth when footsteps could be heard from outside the hospital room.
As the door swung open, Everett saw Heather holding his mother's hand, whose eyes were tightly shut, and tears were streaming down Heather's face.
Upon hearing him enter, Heather looked up with her eyes all red and puffy.
"Everett," she said, "the doctors said mom's condition is really bad. I think you should skip work today. If she wakes up, she'll definitely want to see you first." Everett was standing a distance away; he had no intention of comforting her. He just furrowed his brows. "You can go now. Your job here is done." "Okay then. Call me if you need anything." When the conversation turned to the topic of phones, Heather almost gasped in surprise; even Amanda, who was pretending to be unconscious, gave her a secretive poke.
"Have you seen my phone?" Everett started looking for his phone, which made the atmosphere in the room drop to near freezing levels. Heather and Amanda both froze, almost holding their breath in anxious rigidity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey couldn't let him find out about what happened with Dorothy.
Luckily, Heather was quick on her feet. She stealthily put his phone into her bag.
"Didn't you take it with you when you went to find the doctor?" Everett frowned, like he was trying to remember.
"I'll get going then. Call me if you need anything." Heather said hurriedly. She quickly left the hospital with her bag, not daring to delay even a second. Once she got in her car, she pulled out Everett's phone to turn it off.
But when the screen lit up, she saw a couple of messages from Dorothy.
[Everett, where are you?] [Everett, my mom passed away. Please pick up the phone.] Heather's lips curled into a smile at the sight of these messages. It was a smile full of satisfaction and malice.
"Those who cross me, or my mother, meet the same fate. You can only blame your bad luck.” She chuckled coldly as she turned off the phone. When she drove past the river, she stopped and threw Everett's phone in the water.
It would take him at least a day to replace his phone.
One day would be enough for Dorothy to give up on him.
Heather might not know much, but she knew Dorothy's stubborn personality all too well. With such serious events unfolding and Everett not being there for her, Dorothy's affection for him would surely wane. It would give her a reality check and let her know that they were never meant to be in the same world.
When Dorothy dialed Everett's number for the twentieth time, the line was no longer busy. It was switched off.
In the dimly lit hospital corridor, filled with the smell of disinfectant, she felt like a zombie as she mechanically dialed Everett's number over and over again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHang up, redial.
Hang up, redial.
It was an endless cycle.
After what felt like an eternity, someone rushed up to her and held her tightly.
She looked up with a spark of hope in her eyes, hoping it was Everett. But the face that met her gaze was Kenneth's.
The spark in her eyes died just as quickly as it had appeared.
"I know... | know everything... Dorothy, be strong. I'll be with you." Kenneth said soothingly. He had brought fresh fruits for her, having promised Bella last week that he would accompany her during her rehab sessions if he had time over the weekend.
But he hadn't expected to hear the news of Bella's passing as soon as he arrived.
His first reaction was to look for Dorothy, fearing she might do something reckless.
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