Classic Novel
Chapter 1262
"I'm with you!"
How could Dorothy just let him face danger alone?
"Listen to me, I've called Jeffrey. The two of us are enough. We don't know what's happening over there, and if you go, I'll have to worry about you too," Everett reassured her, gently patting the back of her hand. "Wait for me at home." Despite her concerns, Dorothy could only nod in agreement.
Given her current condition, she knew she might only add to Everett's troubles if she went along.
"Alright, Everett, just come back safe! It doesn't matter if you can't get the antidote, I just want you back here, safe and sound!"
Lane had become dangerously unpredictable.
Knowing how much Lane despised Everett, Dorothy couldn't help but worry.
Yet, Everett didn't respond to her plea and turned to leave.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Not retrieving the antidote wasn't an option for him. Originally, if Quincy had died, he was supposed to be the one to pay the price! It was Dorothy who had sacrificed her chance at the antidote for him, and now she was the one in danger. Everett needed that antidote, for Dorothy's sake.
...
In a dilapidated house on the outskirts, Quincy could only watch as her blood, pulsing in time with her heartbeat, sprayed out.
As a doctor, she was painfully aware that a punctured carotid artery meant almost certain death outside of an operating room.
So, this was it - her final moments.
She never imagined she'd die like this, at the hands of a man as obscure to her as Lane...
Quincy was tied up, virtually unable to communicate with the outside world. In that moment, she desperately wished she could inform Everett of the antidote's formula, wished for a chance to start over. But there wasn't one.
For her, this was the end of the road.
By the time Everett and Jeffrey arrived, Quincy's blood had already seeped out to the doorstep.
The sight that greeted Everett as he opened the door made even
O wasn't usually squea Jeffrey,
who
nearly vomit!
"Ugh! Ugh!"
The house reeked of blood.
Not just blood covered the floor, but Quincy's severed hand and vario and axes lay scattered el
t
"Everett, Lane has lost his mind!" Jeffrey had known him for years and never imagined Lane could go this far.
He tried speaking several times, covering his nose, but Everett remained unresponsive.
Finally, Jeffrey touched his shoulder, "Everett? You haven't gone into shock, have you?"
Everett suddenly looked up, his gaze locking with Jeffrey's.
"Quincy's dead."
"Well, of course, she is! Lane drained her blood Jeffrey gestured around the room, noting how the
yel
bloodstains had even reach Ound
ceiling!
"What about Dorothy's antidote?"
the
The moment Everett saw Quincy's body, he remembered her words.
She had said, "When I die, it'll be as if Dorothy dies too. Our fates are intertwined from this moment on!"
Back then, Quincy had been so confident, believing she held Everett's life in her hands.
She thought she could walk with her head held high, not caring about anyone else's words! "Should I, uh, call someone to come help?" Jeffrey was at a loss for words.
With Quincy gone, the situation seemed hopeless.
If there had been another way to get the antidote, Everett wouldn't have been so desperate.
Suddenly, Everett began frantically searching through Quincy's belongings, no longer caring about cleanliness.