I pushed myself to my feet, facing the accusing stares around me. “You texted me to come.”
He let out a short, cold laugh. “I never take my phone into surgery. There's no way I could send you a message!”
I froze, then saw the satisfied glint in Nancy’s eyes and realized this was her trap.
I snapped, “You can check your phone records or pull the office security footage. Then you’ll know who’s lying.”
Edwin hesitated. Before he could answer, Nancy suddenly began to cry.
“Ms. Robertson, I understand—you think I caused your miscarriage, so you came here looking for proof. I get it…”
“You lost your baby and I feel worse than you do. But you can’t accuse me, you can’t frame me like this…”
“If no one here believes me, then I’ll just leave.”
She turned as if to go, but Edwin caught her by the arm.
“Nancy, of course I believe you. Don’t go!” Edwin said.
Security arrived and grabbed me by the arms.
Edwin shot me a look of disgust and said harshly, “Sammy, if you bully Nancy again, I won’t just throw you out of the hospital—I’ll have you taken straight to the police.”
That night, Edwin came home.