Nancy and a few others blocked me from leaving Edwin’s office. I had no way out.
Just then, a cleaner came over, pushing a bucket of dirty water, curious about the commotion.
A gleam flashed in Nancy’s eyes. She shoved me hard. I was already weak and the push sent me stumbling backward. I fell to the floor, tipping over the bucket as I fell.
The icy-cold water poured down over me, the foul stench assaulting my nostrils. Laughter Instantly erupted around us.
Then a deep, stern male voice rang from behind the crowd. “What’s going on here?!”
The nurses stepped aside, revealing Edwin.
His eyes soon fell on my dishelved looks.
His brows knitted tightly. He took half a step back before his face hardened. “Who told you to come here?”
The chill in my chest sank deeper than the cold soaking my clothes.
I had just miscarried. I was the one being humiliated. Yet he didn’t ask why—he only demanded to know why I was there.
Nancy spoke first. “I caught Ms. Robertson rummaging through your office. When I tried to stop her, she attacked me…”
Edwin glanced past her, his expression darkening. “Sammy, who told you to come into my office?”