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Chapter 1266
He knew that if anyone had a bead on Lane's whereabouts, it would be Jeffrey!
Karen furrowed her brows, confusion written all over her face. "What are you planning to do?"
If he were still able-bodied, perhaps he could lend a hand. But now, struggling even to walk, she couldn't fathom why Kenneth would need Lane's location. "Just do it, no questions asked," Kenneth pressed, his lips a thin line. "If you want Dorothy to have another shot at getting the antidote sooner, then help me." Hearing this, Karen immediately nodded in agreement.
"Alright! Maybe an extra pair of hands will indeed get us that antidote sooner."
...
Dorothy tried calling Everett multiple times, but no one answered.
The more he didn't pick up, the more anxious she became.
Fortunately, Jeffrey soon got back to her. "Don't worry, I've got Everett under my watch. He won't do anything foolish!"
"Let me talk to him! I need to discuss something with him."
"Okay."
In the background, Dorothy could hear Jeffrey whispering to Everett, "It's Dorothy's call. She needs to speak with you, might be about Lane."
As time ticked by, and Dorothy was about to make her way to them herself, Everett's voice finally came through.
"Dorothy."
Hearing his voice, Dorothy's anxious heart settled a bit.
"Stay calm. Lane must have the antidote! He knows I've been poisoned."
"...Are you sure?" Everett, like Karen, worried this was just something Dorothy said to keep them calm.
"Of course I'm sure! Have Langston
clip our call and send it to you. Why would lie? If it's about my antidote, howdong could I possibly keep up a I
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Knowing he was still hesitant, Dorothy gently reassured, "You and Jeffrey come back. We'll plan our next move. Maybe with Quincy gone, getting the antidote from Lane will be easier!" Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.
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Jeffrey chimed in, "Yeah! Listen to Dorothy, Everett. She's just as desperate for the antidote. She wants to grow old with you."
Worried about Everett's stubbornness, Dorothy had to harden her tone, pretending to threaten, "If you don't come back, I'll come to you!" "...I'll return."
"That's more like it! I'll be waiting for you at Bay Residence."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Dorothy finally felt a bit of relief.
She could understand Everett's turmoil; anyone would be devastated by such a sudden turn when success seemed just within reach.
Putting down her phone, Dorothy quickly got up to draw a bath for Everett, then brewed a pot of soothing herbal tea. Life's not always smooth sailing, is it?
If the original plan was off the table,
they'd just have to come up with a new one. As long as there was hope, any difficulty could be overcome.
Soon, Jeffrey drove Everett back.
Upon entering, the acrid smell of blood assaulted them.
Everett's shoes, clothes, even his hands were caked with the dark red residue of dried blood. "Go wash up!" Dorothy merely paused before quickly stepping forward to help him off with his coat. "The recording?" But the first thing he asked was to confirm Dorothy's words weren't just to placate him.