GoodReadHearing the tone of Byte 7's voice, it seemed that he'd known Langston was her son for a while.
So seeing Langston's face, Byte 7 must have recognized the kid had Everett's genes too. And yet, here he was, pretending to be clueless about why Langston was at Bay Residence.
"Your excuse is pretty childish,” Though it sounded exactly like something Byte 7 would pull.
The guy was impulsive, did whatever he wanted, as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"There's another reason, too." "What is it?" "You're beautiful." Dorothy thought he was a complete nutcase and definitely not in his right mind.
"I'm working on enhancing the video quality for you. Take a few more days to think it over and let me know," Byte 7 said, before suddenly changing the subject. "And by the way, Everett reached out to me. He didn't tell you, did he?" Dorothy’s heart sank. "What did he want?" "Just checking in to see what kind of content I'm recovering from your USB for you." "And you—" "Don't worry, I'm a professional. | don't kiss and tell." Dorothy rolled her eyes.
If Byte 7 had professional integrity, then no one else in the world could be a scoundrel.
After hanging up, Dorothy didn't rush back. Instead; she just sat on the park bench.
According to Byte 7, the video would be fully restored in a few days. Dorothy's final days with Everett were coming to an end.
It was laughably ironic.
Everett was busy planning their future, while Dorothy was gathering evidence to send his mother to jail. Talk about a plot twist.
Sometimes, in front of him, Dorothy felt like a traitor.
Facing his intense affection, all Dorothy could offer were empty gestures and lies.
Dorothy wished he would just stop loving her, maybe even hate her. It would be better than continuing to pour his heart and soul into a lie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ms. Sanchez?" Quincy appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of Dorothy.
Dorothy looked up, startled. "Dr. Quincy." "What are you doing sitting here all by yourself? Please don't tell me you and Mr. Lopez had a falling out?" Quincy was rooting for their marriage, unable to stomach the idea of them fighting.
"No, just needed some fresh air. Everett's busy working; | didn't want to disturb him." Quincy paused before sitting down at the other end of the bench.
"Ms. Sanchez, I'm planning to leave Swevia Country in a few days." "Why?" "Mr. Lopez wants to avoid suspicion, and he has already replaced the lead physician. There's not much point in me staying here.
| might as well go back to my hospital and my patients—that's where | belong.” Quincy smiled. "I hope to hear wedding bells for you two soon." That would mean she could stop hiding.
Her parents’ calls were blowing up her phone, and she had resorted to not answering.
As Quincy stood to leave, Dorothy's lips moved but no sound came out. It wasn't until she was almost gone that Dorothy finally spoke up. "Dr. Quincy, Everett and I, we're not getting married." Quincy stiffened. "Why?" "I might be leaving Swevia Country even sooner than you." "I knew it. You and Mr. Lopez had a fight." Quincy sat back down. "He's so in love with you, Ms. Sanchez. If | may speak frankly as an outsider, you should be grateful.” All of Everett's moves were real. That kind of love couldn't be feigned.
Quincy believed Dorothy shouldn't be fighting with Everett. Having a man like him behind her was more than most women could even dream of.
"Dr. Quincy," Dorothy said, "would you marry into a family where the mother-in-law is the murderer of your own mother?"
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