"Oh? You've got a plan?" Jonathan knew all too well what his son was like. "You're not just stalling me, are you?" "With my family's reputation, you shouldn't have such doubts." Jonathan laughed, "You are always the visionary! Alright, I'll agree to your terms, but don't take too long. Jonathan's not the patient type." "I've got it under control." Dorothy didn't immediately return to the Bay Residence with Everett.

She was all too aware of her disheveled state. She feared that Abigail and Langston would be scared if they saw her like this.

Back in the hotel suite, Everett, with his penchant for cleanliness, couldn't help but frown deeply at the sight of beer cans littered all over the floor.

"You should get ssleep." "And you?" Dorothy looked up at him.

"I can do it myself. You're hurt." Everett stood still, repeating with a commanding tone, "Go to sleep." "Okay." He watched Dorothy curl up in bed,

she used to hate drinking. Because of his injuries, Everett's movements were slow. Thinking Dorothy had fallen

next second she might turn cold again, hurl harsh words, and ask him to

tugged

life, he wondered if he

the room, it was already deep into

the bed, about to reach out, when

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