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Chapter 1278
Although I'm not privy to Quincy's final words to Lane, one thing I'm sure of is that Lane got his hands on the antidote before Quincy breathed her last. This realization allowed Kenneth to breathe a sigh of relief...
The knowledge that there was still an antidote out there was comforting.
As long as it existed, there was hope for Dorothy.
"How's your cooking?" Kenneth was momentarily taken aback when Lane caught up to him from behind.
"It's mediocre, not too shabby but nothing to write home about," he replied casually as he picked something up.
But when he reached the kitchen counter, he noticed something amiss.
"You forgot the spices."
How could one cook without spices, even if they had all the ingredients?
Lane had also just remembered.
He glanced at Kenneth, then at the items on the counter, seemingly hesitating.
Eventually, his hunger won over his logic.
"Write down whatever you need, and I'll go get it."
There was no way Lane was letting Kenneth step outside! What if he revealed their location, or tried to contact someone?
He still couldn't fully trust Kenneth.
"Fine by me." Kenneth seemed completely unbothered, almost relieved that Lane was the one going shopping, sparing him the hassle of going out himself.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
"Need anything else, just tell me." Since Lane hadn't anticipated having Kenneth over, his preparations were only meant for one.
Now that there was an additional mouth to feed, he had to shop for more.
Might as well make the trip worthwhile.
"I'm good, brought my own change of clothes."
"So, just food and spices?"
"Your call, I'm not fussy."
Kenneth seemed to have come to Lane's place with the sole purpose of ensuring Everett's demise.
Nothing else seemed to matter to him.
This left Lane, who was usually quite talkative, feeling uneasy. He had hoped for some company to chat with, but here was Kenneth, more concerned about Everett's fate than even he was!
Any other topic seemed to bore him.
What an odd fellow...
...
Eldorria City General Hospital.
The emergency department was now completely sealed off, guarded inside and out by Everett's men to prevent any leaks.
Entry and exit were strictly monitored.
In the VIP ward, where one would expect to see medical equipment, there was now a solid wood desk!
Dorothy, lying on the hospital bed with her legs crossed, watched the man behind the desk sift through data. She pouted, "Don't you think this is a bit much?"
"Hmm." Everett looked up from a pile of documents, "If I don't do this, Lane might not get the message."
"Besides, the bigger the spectacle, the more people know, the more convinced he'll be that I'm actually dying."
Dorothy sat up, pulling a bottle of eye drops from her bag.
"I now carry this with me everywhere. In case I run into the media, I can quickly use it." She walked over to Everett and wrapped her arms around him, "Otherwise, I'm no professional actress. Crying on cue is a bit hard!"
Everett turned his head and kissed her cheek.
"Then you'll need to practice. You can't let the media catch you using eye drops at my funeral."
Dorothy shrugged, "I've thought
about it. If I can't muster the
emotion, just in case, I'll pretend to
be so overcome with grief that.
faint! Then have Karen and Jeffrey quickly take me to a rest room!"
She might lack acting skills, but she was certainly clever!