Chapter 947

Everett didn't utter a word before abruptly ending the call.

He glanced at Dorothy, who quickly chimed in, "Was that Dr. Quincy? Something must have

happened. Go check on her, will you? She's pretty much a stranger in Eldorria City, and... she did

save your life, after all."

"Right." Everett nodded and slipped back into his suit jacket. As he reached the foyer of Bay

Residence, he murmured, "Dorothy, we'll talk when I get back."

"Of course!" Dorothy escorted Everett to the door and watched his car disappear from view, her

spirits dimming.

Honestly, she hadn't expected Everett to agree so readily...

From what she knew of him, he normally wouldn't have bothered especially when it involved other

women.

Dorothy had prepared herself to persuade him further, yet it took only one mention for him to

consent.

Considering Kevin's hesitant tone and Quincy's message — "if you don't agree, you'll regret it” -

though unsure of the exact tone Quincy had used, it almost sounded like she was petulantly baiting

Everett.

"How can I doubt Everett? What am I even thinking!" Dorothy slapped her forehead, eager to banish

these thoughts from her mind.

If Everett truly harbored feelings for Quincy, he wouldn't have taken the call in front of her and let

her hear everything! He was being transparent, without a hint of guilt, precisely because there was

nothing to hide.

Doubting Everett would only hurt him.

...

Upon Everett's arrival, Quincy was already waiting at the door, certain he would come.

See, she was right.

"Did Ms. Sanchez take the antidote?"

"Let's cut to the chase. What will it take for you to give it to me once and for all?" Everett wanted to

avoid unnecessary chatter and get straight to the point.

Quincy smiled, "I said, I want you to marry me."

"That's not happening."

"I'm only asking for marriage, not for you to like me! I don't even like you!" She believed Everett

could see the sense in her proposal, "After we're married, I won't interfere with your relationship or

contact with Ms. Sanchez. I'll provide the antidote every month, ensuring her safety."

Everett's expression darkened, "The only people forcing you to marry into the Lopez family are our

fathers, not Dorothy! If you need a bargaining chip to feel secure, then cure Dorothy and let me take

her place. Isn't that more straightforward?

"Mr. Lopez, I know Ms. Sanchez's life means more to you than your own."

Everett was speechless.

"Why would I switch targets and increase my risk after successfully deceiving everyone and

poisoning Ms. Sanchez?" She had always preferred to stay out of the fray, but that didn't mean she

lacked cunning.

"Quincy!"

"Also, I brought you here to warn you, Mr. Lopez! Don't even think about analyzing the antidote to

recreate it. The key lies in the order the ingredients are mixed! A single mistake could turn the

antidote into a more potent poison, which would exacerbate her condition. By then, even I couldn't

save her."

In other words, no one but she could neutralize the poison she meticulously crafted, a poison born

from realizing her parents' indifference, perfected after countless failures.