Following her agreement with Quincy, Dorothy arrived at a restaurant nestled in the suburbs of Eldorria City.

The area, although suburban, wasn't exactly deserted. A few neighborhoods were scattered around, giving it a somewhat lively feel.

Stepping out of the taxi, Dorothy glanced at the restaurant's sign, puzzled as to why Quincy would choose such a location. However, determined to uncover the truth, especially regarding rumors of Everett's terminal illness, she proceeded inside.

She found a seat and waited nearly ten minutes before Quincy finally appeared. Unlike their tense encounter at the hospital, Quincy approached with a smile, exuding the same gentle and seemingly naive charm as before.

"Ms. Sanchez," she greeted.

"Mhm," Dorothy responded, not in the mood for confrontation but keen to get to the point. "What did you want to talk about?"

Quincy pulled out a chair and sat down. "You called me first, so why don't you start? What's this about?"

Dorothy frowned slightly but decided to be cautious, not diving straight into her concerns. "What else could it be about? Everett."

was about Mr.

nodded. "So, you

for it, eager to see us

"That's wonderful. Congratulations."

sincere! Otherwise, why would you call me if not to congratulate me?" Quincy

nodded again,

Even the doctors

so

his children," Dorothy stated firmly. "We may have parted ways, but Everett is still the father of Abigail and Langston. You can't change that. They adore their dad, and

to Mr. Lopez. I'm about to marry him; I hardly plan

Quincy's demeanor, which seemed genuinely

danger, then?

try to take your children or

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