"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

to find

managing the ins and outs of the Lopez Corporation. Whenever he could, he'd take matters into his

"Awake?"

to have a sixth sense for

her speaking, and with minimal movement, he

didn't you

being tall, had to hunch over to fit at

considering I'm the cause, I

much

happened to his usual

one else here, why bother with 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!

Bay Residence? Or... go on

was still keen on fulfilling their wish to

about Abigail

more than for us

indeed feared another argument between

squinting, "Then,

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