Chapter 501

Uh?”

Quincy was about to ask what being a clean freak had to do with anything when she caught sight of her own hands and instantly got it. She tugged awkwardly at her lip. “Sorry, my bad.”

She watched as Everett Lopez moved steadily forward, refusing to be assisted or to lean against the wall. His back remained ramrod straight as if bending was simply not an option.

Quincy knew all too well that Everett must be in agony. The trembling that barely perceptible in his silhouette was telltale. He’d been stabbed clean through with wounds both in the front and back, and his flesh and blood were indistinguishable when he was sent to hospital.

She recalled the first moments of taking charge of Everett. When he barely regained consciousness, his lips were moving. At first, Quincy thought he was moaning due to the pain and tried to comfort him for multiple times. But as she listened closely, he was actually calling out for Dorothy.

Sighing softly, Quincy felt a sudden, intense envy toward Dorothy.

“If only I could be loved like that.” she mused.

Dorothy was still asleep when Everett returned to his hospital room.

gazed at the small, huddled form on the bed, and his lips curled into a

himself that he had put her through

rest, Everett picked up a chair and sat down beside the bed. He was content just to watch

watched, the smile in his eyes deepened.

he felt a bit like a creep!

could

holding the moon he

with her lying next to him and willing to

maybe he’d died from the stab wound inflicted by Heather,

that was placed near her cheek,

before he heard a knock at the door.

Seeing it

to come by and share some gripes about Karen. But upon entering, he saw Dorothy sleeping soundly, and Everett, pale but looking lively, and he

to

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