“We all knew it was a joke. The family made a disgusting dare. Even if we didn’t like it, we had no choice but to play along.”
“‘Some people’? Is she talking about her husband? Poor Irene, married to a mad man. Losing the kid was just bad luck, yet he keeps making a scene at the hospital, insisting it was her and Henry’s fault.”
“Miss Wells standing up so fiercely to protect him—so charming!”
I let out a cold laugh.
Then I noted down each of their names, one by one and added them all to the reassignment list.
Back when I founded this private hospital, it was all to help Irene become the top cardiologist in the country.
I poured in the most investment, the most publicity.
Now, she truly was our hospital’s chief physician—everyone fawned over her. And her most favored protégé, Henry, had ridden that wave to success right alongside her.
Yet I, the hospital’s largest shareholder, had become the one they trample underfoot.
Maybe it was because they all thought I was hopelessly in love with Irene. That this hospital only became what it was today because of her. That I wouldn’t dare make her angry. That both I and the hospital couldn’t afford to lose her.