"You never know, under pressure, people might just do anything."

Quincy had almost blurted out her scheme about poisoning Dorothy, hoping to scare her a bit. But then she thought better of it and deleted the message. With things as they were, it seemed best to wait and see what would unfold.

Who knew what the endgame might be?

If Dorothy continued to be blind to the situation, then the antidote... would become Quincy's trump card.

Thinking this, Quincy couldn't help but smirk.

Wasn't this just fate lending her a hand?

She had thought that by giving Dorothy the antidote, she'd be able to kick her out of the picture! But Dorothy, not taking it, ended up playing right into her hands! Well... she couldn't blame herself for that.

...

Dorothy hadn't slept long, finding the hospital's sterile scent distasteful.

As consciousness returned, she slowly opened her eyes, first noticing the soft tapping of fingers on a keyboard. It was light, but audible.

Shifting slightly, she looked towards the source of the sound.

Everett was there, seated at a table next to the hospital room, buried in work.

That scene...

back in their days in

she would wake up to

Whenever he could, he'd take matters into

"Awake?"

a sixth sense for

speaking, and

up in bed, "Why didn't you wake me? It

to hunch over

considering I'm the cause, I figured I could handle a little

much seem like a CEO

happened to his usual cool demeanor?

pretenses?" Everett closed his laptop and stood in moving closer, "Don't worry, I'm only like this

Dorothy scoffed.

That wasn't her concern!

back to Bay Residence?

still keen on fulfilling their wish to go out

about Abigail and

son would love nothing more than for us to

indeed feared another argument between

"Then, I

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