Chapter 483

Dorothy watched as Quincy affectionately called Everett’s father by his first name, Jonathan. It suggested there might be more to the relationship between their families.

“So, you and Everett’s dad…?” she inquired with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh, my dad and Jonathan have been friends for years, Quincy explained with a smile. “I used to hang out at Jonathan’s residence all the time as a kid. I haven’t met Mr. Lopez a lot though. He was usually away at college here in the States, while I grew up abroad.”

“That’s impressive, considering how well you speak the local dialect.” Dorothy complimented.

Quincy beamed at the praise. “Thanks! I like to think I’ve got a knack for it.”

The two girls chatted and made their way to Quincy’s consultation room.

Quincy first checked Dorothy’s wound, then disinfected the surgical site, and applied a salve she had developed herself.

“Make sure you apply this every day. It’s helpful with pain relief and reducing inflammation!” Quincy instructed, then paused, her concern evident. “Actually, why don’t you come by daily? I’ll take care of it for you. That way, you won’t forget it and neglect your own health.”

tried to protest, “I shouldn’t be bothering you. I

at all! I’m a doctor; it’s what I do.” Quincy stood up, and her voice as

ward now.”

in agreement. “Sounds

the time Dorothy returned,

aroma of a hospital

entrance, Everett immediately called

“It’s me.”

on the bed. His movements were limited, so he couldn’t see who was entering.

bedside and felt his forehead to make sure he wasn’t feverish before

Food’s

eyes, “You’ve been running around all day, worrying about whether Karen has eaten, but you’ve

offered a slight smile, “I didn’t forget; I’m just not

eat, especially since you have gastropathy.”

the little things about her, no matter

spread of food–all her favorites–Dorothy felt a

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