Chapter 50
“It was her! She insisted on a one–handed delivery–that’s what caused the incision into the aorta and the massive hemorrhage-“X
“Stop spouting nonsense!”
The director suddenly barked at me, his voice sharp.
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“It was you who wanted to outshine Dr. Ingram. You deliberately showed off by operating with one hand, and when something went wrong, you maimed your own right hand to make it look like you’d never performed the surgery at all!” I stared at Director Higgins in disbelief.”
“Director Higgins… what are you saying? The surgical records clearly list Beatrice as the lead surgeon!” I clapped back.” “She’s a newbie–wouldn’t it be easy for you to push the blame onto her?” He spat, then stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “I’m sorry. But your right hand is ruined; it’s no use to you anymore. Dr. Ingram may be inexperienced now, but she still has the potential to become a renowned physician. Forget the agreement we had before. It’s over.”}
The faint curve of Augustus‘ lips began to flatten into something dangerous.
“Find four cars,” he said coldly. “Tie this filthy woman’s hands and feet to each of them, and drive in four different directions. I want to see how many pieces she ends up in.”
Then his gaze flicked to my maimed hand and his brow arched.”
“Oh, right. One hand is already useless. Tie her neck instead.”
The bodyguards really did bring ropes and fastened my limbs–and my neck–to four gleaming Rolls–Royces.
I struggled desperately, my body shaking.
Darwin leaned close, murmuring in a soothing tone, “Mr. Cordova won’t really kill you. He just wants to teach you a lesson. Bear with it quietly; it’ll be over soon.”
Behind him, Beatrice let out a muffled sob.
Darwin spun around and hurried toward her, leaving me at the mercy of engines rumbling to life.
I screamed hoarsely, my throat tearing, “The person who tried to murder your sister isn’t me! I have evidence!”
Augustus‘ brows drew together. His eyes flicked back to me.
“I have proof,” I said, glaring at him, every word like a knife. “Proof that the one who approved that one–handed delivery, destroyed the records afterward, shielded the culprit, and deceived you… wasn’t me!”
“She’s insane…” Director Higgins gave a strained laugh, reaching out to tug at Augustus‘ sleeve.
But Augustus‘ bloodshot eyes burned as he shook the man off and leaned down toward me.
“You have one chance,” he said, voice glacial. “What is it?”
Lateefa Khanam is a spirited writer who finds freedom in horse riding. She cherishes her mare and the newborn foal, calling them her little happy family.
