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The line of red letters was shocking, and my assistant immediately stood up.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?"
The elderly woman at the front looked her up and down, grabbed my assistant, and immediately began spewing profanities.
"Are you that bitch Emily?!"
Fearing she might hurt my assistant, I gritted my teeth and sat up. "I'm Emily Johnson. If you have something to say, say it to me. Leave unrelated people out of this!"
Instantly, the woman grabbed my hair and yanked me toward the floor.
"You 're the one who interfered with my daughter's relationship and caused her death and my grandson's? Let's see what your bosses say about hiring trash like you!"
I had just undergone surgery and was already weak. Being dragged like this, I was in too much pain to resist, so I could only try to protect my hair.
"Ma'am, please calm down and speak properly, or I'll have to call security!"
"Go ahead! Call them! Let everyone see the slut who stole my daughter's man!"
She screamed into the hallway, dragging me by my hair.
"Everyone, come and see! My healthy granddaughter came to this hospital, and in one afternoon, this doctor killed her—two lives gone!"
"Murderer! That doctor has no soul!"
It was the weekend, and the hospital was crowded. Her shouting drew a crowd, and people began pointing and whispering.
"So young and already allowed to operate? She must have pulled some strings behind the scenes!"
"Two lives gone... How heartless!"
Being dragged by my hair, my scalp was burning, and my abdomen was cramping intensely. I could only barely support myself on the floor to avoid looking too disheveled.
Another middle-aged woman slapped my face, her eyes full of venom.
"You little bitch! You killed my daughter! I won’t let you get away with this!"
"I didn't!"
I struggled to explain, but another slap cracked my cheek.
"Shut up! Quacks like you deserve hell!"
The woman dragged me even harder toward the director’s office and kicked me to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through my abdomen again. Before I could regain my composure, someone in the crowd gasped.
"Blood! So much blood!"
Gritting through the pain, I looked down and saw a crimson puddle spread beneath me.
Just then, the department director stepped out. His expression turned grave at the scene.
"Release her! This is dangerous!"
He moved to help me up, but the Campbell family immediately surrounded me.
"Are you the person in charge here? Your doctor killed someone. Pay up! One million for both the mother and the child! Or we’re not leaving!"
The director hesitated fir a moment, then immediately released my arm and spoke hesitantly.
"Emily... Do you have family? This... requires... someone to discuss compensation..."
Just then, Lucas's icy voice cut through.
"Don't worry, director. Handle it by the book."
I turned and saw he standing there, holding a small urn, his expression icy.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Lucas crouched down, gripped my chin, and forced me to meet his gaze.
"Emily, do you remember what you did to Vivian? Ten years ago?"
His words sent me back a decade.
High school. I was an ordinary, unnoticed student.
Lucas and Vivian were the center of attention—he was the top student, and she was the beautiful girl everyone talked about..
Until one day, Vivian was cornered by a group of troublemakers in an alley near the school.
I didn't see what happened to her that day because when I arrived, the troublemakers had just scattered. Vivian was lying in the mud, her eyes vacant.
Panicked, I dragged her away, but someone saw us and misinterpreted the situation.
What’s more, after that day, Vivian disappeared.
Lucas followed the rumors, came to me to ask me about the truth, gently urging me to tell him everything.
I told him exactly what happened. Lucas was silent for a long time, then finally nodded. "Okay. Thanks."
As he left, he accidentally knocked a letter off my desk. It was addressed to him. Signed by me.
In that moment, the doubt and coldness in his eyes finally made sense to me now.
He never believed I was innocent.
