âCanât you see how this breaks my heart? Sheâs out of her mind, letâs just leave her with her life! I
promise you, I wonât help her anymore. If she stirs up any more trouble, itâs on her head Jonathan
simply couldnât understand his wife
He even let live Heather was the flesh and blood of Amanda!
âShe tried to kill our son And youâre still making excuses fer her?â
Tut the real culprit behind all this is Dorothy! I get where Heatherâs coming from. She felt hopeless and
thought she couldnât have a future with Everett so the
âEnough!â Jonathan snapped, cutting her off sharply yet when he saw his wifeâs pleading eyes, he
couldnât bring himself to say more. âJust pray Everettâs okay. Otherwise, Iâll never forgive Heatherâ
Amanda nodded solemnly. âAi my age. if I lose my son might as well follow him to the grave.â
âYouâre just enal:ley Heather!
Jonathan took a deep breath his gaze shifting just in time to see a doctor emerging from the operating
room
He rushed over, âHow is my son doing?â
âHeâs not in great shape. He had moments of consciousness during the surgery and kept muttering
something about Dorothy Does that mean anything to you?â
Jonathan and Amanda exchanged a knowing look.
âNo! My son doesnât know anyone named Dorothy.â Amanda insisted, still trying to distance her son
from any connection with Darath,
The cloctor unaware of the imricacies, simply nodded, 1 must have misheard. I thought if the person
was close to the patient, bringing her in might help. especially to boost his wil to live. His injuries are
severe but he kept calling our Dorothy though his voice was too faim for me to catch clearlyâ
âCan I go in then? To beg him to live for me!â Amanda clutched the doctorâs hand desperately. Tim his
mother, who could be more important to him?â
The doctor pausec, gently patting her hand, âNot new, dont worry ill call for you if we need youâ
After he turned to leave, Jonathan quickly caught up and grabbed the doctorâs attention if my son calls
out that name again, sell him Dorothyâs okay and sheâs doing wellâ
Dorothy had beer incoracious for nearly 30 hours.
Infections had set in at almost every wound, causing a relentless high fever
How could you care for someone so poorly? Does she at need her legs anymore? the doctor berated
Kenneth, She just had surgery for a fracture and you let her leave the hospital, get caught in the tan, all
right no less. Do you want her to die?â
Kenneth stood silently with guilt and exhaustion. His dars Sticles under his eyes could not be more
evident.
Ever since Dorothy had been saved from the death, he hadnât dared to close his eyes. Karen was
home taking care of the kids, and Kenneth ardinât trust Anyone else
Iâm sorry, doctor. You have to save her please!!
âDo you realize if the infection worsens, it could cause mutiple gan failure, and there would be nothing I
could do? Even the god makes no difference then.â
âHow is she now?â
The doctor gave him a sharp look mistaking him for the patientâs husband.
âSheâs clinging to life Weâve managed to pull her back from the brink but if this continues, those legs
are done for. She wonât be able to stand again for the rest of her life!â
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