"Well, you're still the sucker for Heather!" Karen spat the words out, her voice tinged with a mix of anger and jest. Despite her heated exchange with him, she made no move to go back and disturb the two of them.
She had been too hasty earlier, focused solely on Dorothy's well-being, forgetting everything else in her concern.
Jeffrey, tired of the bickering, spun on his heel to leave.
Suddenly, a distinct rumbling noise echoed at the quiet hospital entrance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe space was so vast, it amplified every sound.
Jeffrey paused mid-step and turned to glance at her, one eyebrow arching inquisitively. "What was that noise?" Karen clutched her stomach, her face a mask of embarrassment while her voice feigned ignorance, "You heard nothing, there was no noise at alll" "Oh, well I'm off to eat then!" Jeffrey declared, a smirk playing on his lips. "Jonathan said he's prepared a feast, with all the fixings—BBQ ribs, stuffed mushrooms... He said | need a good meal to recover." Karen's stomach churned. She hadn't eaten since she disembarked the plane, rushing here without a moment's delay, and then she'd spent ages arguing with Jeffrey. She was starved.
And there was Jeffrey, cruelly taunting her with his tempting talk of food! "Did you hear that Jonathan brought over a chef from back home, just for Everett? From that fancy National Tripod Hotel in Eldorria City?" At that moment, Karen felt like she could shoot daggers from her eyes, slicing off Jeffrey's taunting tongue.
"Will you just get lost?" she snapped.
Feigning innocence, Jeffrey shrugged. "Aren't you coming? | thought you might be hungry too. Besides, sitting around here waiting, who knows how long it'll be." "I'm. Not. Going." "Are you sure you're not coming?" Her answer was another betraying grumble from her stomach.
"Let's go, | won't stoop to arguing with a lady. Wouldn't want you to starve—that'd be on me for not looking after Everett's guest.” With that, Jeffrey walked off, and before long, he could hear footsteps following behind him.
His lips curled into a victorious smile. It felt like he'd finally won this round.
Everett had been moved to a private room. Most of the monitors had been removed, though a few remained.
"Be careful with the wound, don't let it get wet, and call me when it's time to change the dressing," the doctor instructed Dorothy, writing down her cell phone number for her.
"Thank you. I'm sorry, | don't know how to address you?" "Just call me Quincy," she replied with a smile. "Go take care of Mr. Lopez. Call me if you need anything." "Will do." Dorothy watched Quincy leave before turning to push open the door to the hospital room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThough she'd been aware of the Lopez family's wealth and expected the private hospital to be luxurious, the opulence of the room still made her pause in surprise.
If it weren't for the medical equipment, she might have thought she'd walked into a high-end hotel suite, so lavish and spacious was the decor.
"What's wrong?" Everett, lying in the hospital bed, saw her frozen at the door and worried something was amiss.
"It's nothing," Dorothy hurried to his side, offering a reassuring smile. "Does your wound still hurt?" She'd seen the deep cut while changing his dressing—a long, sutured incision that was truly alarming.
"It doesn't hurt." Everett's handsome face was still pale from weakness, but his eyes softened with tenderness when they met Dorothy's. "Don’t worry about me." "You should have been more careful!” Dorothy recalled the moment she noticed Heather's knife move.
"I told you, I'd protect you." That had been Everett's sole thought at that critical moment. He needed Dorothy to be safe.
Dorothy lowered her gaze, silent for a long moment before whispering, "Did you know about the kids... from the beginning?"