It seemed that after hesitating for a long time, Lindsay had finally made up her mind. "Carl, I was planning to take this to my grave. But since you’re asking, I’ll tell you …”
“When your medical report came out, Alison kept making overseas calls. I only caught something about ‘meeting in Australia,’ and that she’d definitely be there…”
“And she left in a hurry, as if she had finally shed some burden.”
“Also, do you remember the first case you misdiagnosed? I found out it was diagnosed by a doctor close to Alison. She seemed… to have already prepared to leave you…”
When she finished, she sent him a recording from six months ago, along with proof of my supposed connection to that doctor. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid of destroying the last shred of hope you had for her…”
Carl hung up the phone. The recording had been edited to make it seem like I was eager to get rid of him, a burden and move on to a new life.
But the truth was, I immediately reached out to overseas experts through my connections, intending to take him for treatment as soon as possible. As for the doctor who was supposedly close to me, we had only met once at a dinner gathering.