Heather's hand slowly clenched into a fist, but she could only manage a smile on her face, "Sorry for the trouble this late at night." "No worries." The car quickly arrived at the hospital, with Jeffrey already kindly waiting at the entrance.
Unlike Everett, he immediately walked over, opened the passenger door, and scooped Heather up.
"Everett, don't leave yet. Come give me a hand! If she needs to be hospitalized, the doctor needs the patient's information filled out. I'l take her for examination first. You handle this." "Hm." He nodded coolly, parked the car in a nearby spot, and walked into the hospital while sending Dorothy a message.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt[Get some rest, if your face is still obvious tomorrow, you can work from home. I'll talk to Kevin.] The message was sent, but there was no reply.
Everett thought that she must have fallen asleep.
Everett, reassured that Dorothy had no intention of replying, finally walked into the hospital with peace of mind.
That night, without Everett by her side, Dorothy surprisingly had insomnia! How long had it been, and she had already gotten used to his presence? She saw the message from Everett but didn't want to reply.
Early the next morning, Dorothy, with still somewhat reddened cheeks, went to the bathroom to wash up. Because she hadn't slept much, she looked somewhat lackluster in the mirror, with dark circles faintly appearing under her eyes.
After applying two layers of foundation, it nicely covered the fingerprints as well.
Just as she changed her clothes and left the bedroom, she found that there was some movement in the kitchen! Shuffling over in her slippers, she found Everett, surprisingly, in an apron preparing breakfast.
When did he come back? "You're awake? Wait for me, it'll be ready soon." Dorothy glanced at the couch in the living room, where there was a neatly folded blanket.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Did you sleep in the living room?" "Yeah. | didn't want to disturb you." Because the house was well insulated, Dorothy hadn't heard any noise outside.
Everett brought out the toast and fried egg, only to find that Dorothy was already dressed, ready to go to work.
He frowned, "If | don't come back, you just don't plan to eat breakfast?" "I'm not hungry anyway, and | need to sort out some data in the office early." "Dorothy, stomach problems are caused by irregular eating.” "Oh." She didn't feel touched after hearing it. After all, those concerns should have been directed at Heather.
"Come and eat." "Okay." They both sat down, maintaining silence without any interaction. She didn't even lift her head.
Eventually, it was Everett who broke the silence, "You didn't finish what you were saying last night. Have you encountered any trouble?" "Last night? I finished! You've already found the best doctor for my mother, the most expensive ward, and now we're just waiting for her physical condition to accept surgery. What trouble could | have?" "Really? None?" Dorothy quickly waved her hands, "Why would | lie to you? Ah, you really have to press me, leaving me no dignity! It's just because my mother and | had a little argument over a minor issue, and she was in a bad mood, so she hit me." Everett stared at her face, somewhat fooled by her.
"What about Ms. Heather? | see her working so hard for the company. | sent her a document at two in the morning the day before yesterday, and she received it immediately.” "She's fine. She had appendicitis surgery.” "Oh! Then you should take more care of her at this time." Being a woman herself, Dorothy knew that at a time like that, a woman's heart was most easily moved! In that way, Everett and she should have reconciled faster.