A doctor collapsed onto the floor, his face ashen. "It's over... everything's over..."
A newcomer broke down crying. "If only Dr. Humphrey had been on duty last night... she would've known what to do... This patient could've been saved..."
At that moment, Beatrice lifted her tear-streaked face. Her eyes lit up the instant she saw me.
"It's her!" she cried, pointing at me. "I called her all night, but she never answered! The one who killed the patient isn't us—it's her! She could've saved her, but she deliberately turned off her phone!"
Everyone's head snapped toward me.
"Dr. Humphrey?"
"Dr. Humphrey, did you really turn your phone off on purpose?"
"Of course she did!"
Beatrice stood up, holding out her phone for everyone to see—displaying the ninety-nine calls she had made to me.
Beatrice's eyes were red as she staggered toward me, each step heavy with accusations.
"Dr. Humphrey, we're doctors—our phones are supposed to be on twenty-four hours a day. You knew there was a C-section scheduled last night. You're the most skilled in obstetrics. And yet, at such a critical time, you turned your phone off. Annalise, what exactly were you thinking?"
Slap!