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Chapter 493

Quincy gestured towards his wound. “Then lay still, buddy. Let me check out where the blood came from. You don’t want Ms. Sanchez to come back and find you soaked in blood, do you?”

Out of everything Jonathan had said, he was right on that only one point – Dorothy was Everett’s Achilles‘ heel.

And right now, Quincy was exploiting that weakness with pinpoint accuracy.

Seeing his son finally cooperating, Jonathan’s worry settled down a bit, but it was quickly replaced by irritation. “You’re trashing your own health over a woman?”

“Dorothy probably had her fair share of troubles trying to see me. You didn’t seem to care much about her then, did you?”

“She’s not one of the Lopezes!”

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Everett snorted with disdain, “Being a Lopez doesn’t put you above anyone else.”

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Jonathan had never been so blatantly defied by his son before. He was so angry he could barely breathe.

Quincy, sensing the situation was getting worse, quickly interjected while tending to the wound. “Alright, Jonathan! Can we stop quarreling? The patient needs to stay calm and rest to heal properly. Any irritation isn’t going to help!”

“He started it!”

“Well, how about you and Amanda step out of the hospital for a while? That way, Mr. Lopez can’t reach you to pick a fight.” Quincy’s hands moved with practiced ease as she disinfected and rebandaged Everett’s wound, but the monitor needed to be taken down as it was damaged by him.

Once everything was settled, Quincy sought for a private chat with Jonathan to avoid stressing out the patient in the hospital. But as she reached the door, Everett called out to her.

“Don’t tell Dorothy about the fuss earlier.”

“You’re aware she’d worry, huh?”

With a sigh, Quincy set about separating the two combustible rivals.

She ushered Jonathan into her office, poured him a glass of water and offered a comforting smile, “Jonathan, there’s no need to stay angry. What can’t a father and son talk over?”

“There’s nothing to talk about! After all this time, he still refuses to budge. He insists on marrying that Dorothy!”

Quincy paused, taken aback, “Isn’t he already…

“The Lopezes will never welcome her in our house!” Jonathan slammed his hand down on the desk, “Even if it means disowning my own son, I won’t allow such a daughter–in–law into my family! I tried not to meddle in his personal affairs, but look at him now, so obsessed by Dorothy

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that he’s neglecting his own health! How can I, as a father, not be heartbroken?”

Jonathan’s face reddened by rage. Quincy quickly tried to soothe him, worried he might pass out from anger.

“Even if you disagree, you need to talk this through calmly! Don’t act in haste! Both you and your wife are not in the best of health. I’ve seen your medical reports, and you really should avoid getting angry.”

“I wish I could do that! My terms are simple: Dorothy is not setting foot into the Lopez household.”

“Why?” Quincy was puzzled, but she was aware of some common causation of disapproving a marriage. Frictions between the in–laws, social barriers, and things like those.

“Isn’t she aware of her status? How could she ever be worthy of the Lopezes? Quincy, I’m not being cruel, but you grew up in a prestigious family just like us. If you wanted to marry an average Joe, your parents wouldn’t agree either!”

Quincy mulled it over and, finally, she could only nod. She didn’t like it but was compelled to agree with his sentiment.

Indeed, it seemed like the heirs of wealthy families, were Inevitably bound to arranged marriages. They could barely escape from that fate, especially those only sons like Everett.

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