Chapter 3 Meeting

Dorothy placed down her chopsticks slowly. She was clear that she was not good enough for Alan and might even be his hindrance. She totally understood why Mrs. Shane frowned on their relationship like all mothers.

Emily said to Dorothy with a smile, "Dorothy, don't get me wrong. I do not mean you. I'm just worried that Alan will be scorned if he can't afford a house when he gets married."

Dorothy managed a smile. "I understand. I'm full. I want to go home now to clean it up. It has been unoccupied for three years. It must be in a mess."

Alan was caught in a dilemma with his parents on one side and his beloved woman on the other.

The meal was bound to have an unpleasant end.

Alan got up and said, "Dad, Mom. I'm full. I'll send Dorothy home."

Dorothy wanted to refuse him, but he had reached the door. It seemed that he had something to talk to her.

When waiting for the elevator, neither of them spoke. Logically, Dorothy would not feel uncomfortable even if they spent an hour together without saying anything. But now, she found the mere minute of silence particularly unbearable.

When the elevator finally arrived, Dorothy stepped in first.

Alan stayed motionless.

In less than a meter, Dorothy felt as if they were thousands of miles away.

Alan thought for a long while before saying slowly, "Don't take what my mom said to your heart. Marriage is about us. You are the only one I will marry."

Dorothy looked up at Alan. She believed Alan's words. But if they could not get his parents' approval, their marriage was doomed to be a dead end.

She could not ignore his parents' objection.

The elevator door was being closed automatically when Alan stepped in.

Dorothy had no idea what to say. The past three years had changed everything.

Alan took off his glasses and wiped away the tears from his eyes. Somehow, he had a pessimistic feeling that he would lose her.

"The reason why I study and work so hard is to create a bright future for us. But if you leave me, what's the point of my efforts?"

Alan never told her that because he had believed that Dorothy would accompany him forever.

But now, Dorothy was like sand in his hand. The more eagerly he wanted to hold it, the faster it slipped away.

The car drove out of the community. After a few minutes, a man in a black suit waved at them.

Dorothy, the kind-hearted woman, said, "Stop the car. It seems that he is in some trouble."

Alan slowly pulled over, told Dorothy to stay in the car, and got off alone.

"Our car broke down. My master has a heart attack, and he forgot his medicine. Could you please send us to a nearby hospital?"

At his words, Alan frowned and immediately showed his identity, "I am a cardiologist. Let me see the patient."

Dorothy was so worried that she untied the seat belt and got off.

She saw Alan checking a man in the backseat of a black Audi. The man's face was pale, his lips were slightly purple, and his breath was heavy.

"Help me get him into my car. I need to take him to the hospital," said Alan.

They put the man in the backseat. Alan asked Dorothy to sit with the man. "Dorothy, don't let him lie flat. Undo his tie and buttons..."

In a daze, Dorothy did step by step according to his instructions.

The man seemed to be unconscious and could not sit up. So she had to hold his shoulder with one hand and let his head rest on her shoulder.

Then, with her left hand, she inflexibly undid his tie and buttons.

When she loosened the second button, the man suddenly grabbed her hand, his eyes slightly open, and murmured, "Lara."

His voice was faint, so Alan, who was focused on driving, didn't hear it, but Dorothy did.

She froze in shock, her pupils dilated.

Lara was the pregnant woman who died in front of her car.

Who was this man, and what was his relationship with Lara?