The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 843

Jonathan instinctively defended himself, "I haven't done a thing to her."

"You shouldn't be bothering her in the first place."

Jonathan remained silent.

"Dorothy is off-limits. Don't try to cross me by going behind my back with her!" Everett said. From the other end of the line, the flick of a lighter could be heard.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Jonathan furrowed his brow, falling into a long silence before letting out a sigh. "Everett, go get some sleep. Quit smoking, will ya? We can hash this out, father to son."

He only had this one boy, his own flesh and blood. How could his heart not ache?

"There's no hashing out, and don't you dare pressure Dorothy into giving in." Everett's tone was resolute, clearly indicating he hadn't broached the subject with Dorothy.

Because Jonathan knew that if Everett asked her outright, Dorothy would agree, even if she didn't want to.

Out of affection or the years of Everett's unwavering devotion, she would rather lay beside her mother in the family plot than refuse him. And that was exactly why Everett hadn't asked. He didn't want to put Dorothy in a tough spot.

Jonathan said, "I just don't get it, Everett. Even if your mom and Heather are gone, Dorothy's mom isn't coming back! You all should grasp this – how the living move on is what truly matters!"

"I won't interfere with Dorothy's choices. Whatever she decides, that's how it'll be."

"And what about you two? Are you just going to call it quits?"

Everett paused, likely taking a drag from his cigarette. "Dorothy said she'll give me her answer after the trial."

"And what if your mom dies in prison, and Dorothy says with her vengeance fulfilled, she can be with you? You think you'll really be free of all bitterness?"

There was silence on the other end.

"Everett, I've said my piece. You need to think this through on your own!"

Everett didn't respond, merely ending the call.

Staring at the darkened screen of his phone, Jonathan lit up a cigarette, taking a few puffs, but it brought no relief.

Amanda's call came through again, and this time, Jonathan answered, knowing she hadn't slept a wink either.

"What did Everett say?" She asked.

"The same old story."

After a few seconds of silence, Amanda suddenly shouted, "He's willing to disregard even his own mother's life for that woman! Honey, I think it's time to cut the Gordian knot – there's no other way!"

"What are you planning now?"

"It's Dorothy's life that needs to be taken!" Amanda was clearly on the edge, her voice quivering with malice. "With her gone, everything will return to normal! My son will be my son, and I won't have to fear prison anymore!"

Jonathan massaged his temples. "Calm down."

"How can I calm down, Jonathan? Have you stopped wanting to help me? Are you going to abandon me too?"

"I haven't."

Amanda's hysteria escalated. "You're lying! Why didn't you answer the phone earlier? You're tired of me! Fine, fine! Just throw me in prison. Let me die there! Maybe when I was kidnapped, you should've never rescued me! Jonathan, I'm tired too. Just let me die."

"Don't talk nonsense! Nothing's over until it's over. There's always a way out." Knowing his wife was having an episode, Jonathan hurriedly hung up and contacted the doctor over at Elysian Country to check on her.

She had been having these attacks more frequently, each more severe than the last, sometimes even convulsing and slipping into deep comas!

Jonathan truly feared his wife might not last much longer.