Tears welled in my eyes as I looked straight at Richard.
Like he had rehearsed it all along, he wore a façade of righteous severity.
“Effective immediately, Dr. Dawson’s duties are suspended. A special investigative committee will be formed to review the family’s complaints. Dr. Dawson, you must cooperate unconditionally.”
Meeting the calculating, triumphant look in his eyes, I tore off my Chief Physician badge and hurled it at him.
The pin grazed his cheek, drawing a line of blood. Natalie rushed forward to shield him.
“You’ve gone mad, Claire Dawson! Richard is the dean—how dare you?”
Realizing she’d overstepped, she pulled back awkwardly, standing aside in confusion.
“Whether I dare or not, it’s not for a mistress like you to judge.”
“Natalie was only worried for me. Dr. Dawson, mind your manners. Security, escort her back to her office.”
Breaking free of the guards, I glared coldly at Richard.
“You want to destroy me for your mistress? You’re not worthy.”
Richard acted quickly. All my consultations and surgeries were suspended.
On the hospital’s official website, the investigation report pinned every bit of blame on me.