GoodRead“Zip it, you've got no right to talk about my mom!” “Who are you yelling at?” Maxton had lost his patience too. “If it weren't for the fact that | couldn't find Heather, do you think I'd bother calling you? Every time you open your mouth, it's either complaining about me or blaming your sister. She’s been singing your praises to me, trying to mend fences between us, and yet you're always at her throat!” Dorothy took a deep breath to keep from exploding with anger.
“She's been speaking well of me? And what good has that done? Did it make our relationship any better?” She could see right through Heather's little games. Compliments laced with subtle digs were her specialty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“That's because you're so damn stubborn. What's that got to do with your sister? You're really spoiled by your mom!” “Then why didn’t you raise me? Why weren't you around when | was a kid, huh? Where were you when | needed money? Did you care about what | wore or ate?” “How did I not? It was your mom who told me to stay away!” Dorothy laughed sarcastically, “Well, Heather must really be your flesh and blood. You both have a talent for making excuses. If you're looking for Heather, well, you've got the wrong person. And you better hope | don’t find her!” “What do you mean?” “I'll see to it that your baby daughter ends up behind bars. | swear | will!” With that, she hung up and immediately blocked Maxton’s number.
People like him shouldn't even be in her orbit; they were just an eyesore.
Despite her harsh words, Dorothy couldn't help but smirk as she put her phone back in her pocket.
They were both his daughters, yet the difference between them was night and day! Heather was the illegitimate one, but how did that matter? As long as Maxton favored her, she could steal all the fatherly love.
But luckily, Dorothy didn’t need it anymore.
Had this been in the past, she would have ended up crying after a shouting match with Maxton, though she couldn't quite say why since she should've given up on him as a father long ago. But now, her eyes were bone dry.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe just wished she could be the one to bring Heather down.
When Dorothy returned to the hospital room, Quincy was still busy preparing the potions and chatting away with Everett.
Well, to be precise, it was more like a monologue. Everett's gaze fixed on the door, waiting for Dorothy’s return and occasionally grunting in response.
“Jonathan invited my dad for a hike the other day, and Mom said he came back reeking of booze. No idea what kind of ‘hiking’ that was. Whenever those two get together, it's booze central! Oh? Ms. Sanchez, you're back.” Quincy looked up and waved naturally at Dorothy.
“Yeah,” she nodded. She was suddenly unsure how to face Quincy so she just managed a tight smile, “Dr. Quincy, how is he doing?” “He’s stable and got no major issues! But you really need to keep an eye on him. Mr. Lopez looks so stoic and quiet, but he’s a handful when left alone. | don’t get it. The moment he’s out of my sight, his wound is bound to bleed!” Dorothy knew the reason behind that all too well. She cleared her throat, “I'll take good care of him.” “That's good to hear. I'll head back to my office then. Don't forget to come by later for the medication application,” Quincy said warmly and patted Dorothy's shoulder before leaving.
As the door closed behind Quincy, Everett spoke in a low voice, “What were you thinking about when you were standing still at the door?” “No, nothing at all! Did you sort out the company stuff? | can keep reading the contracts to you.” “Are you jealous of that female doctor?” Everett raised an eyebrow. “If that's the case, | can always get a male doctor instead.”
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