No wonder they all trailed after Irene without question. Every single one of them were blind, ungrateful wolves. And wolves like that made lousy doctors.
They had to suffer more hardships to learn what compassion in medicine really meant.
After hanging up, I noticed Irene had called me over a dozen times.
In the end—probably driven by fury— she even resent a friend request.
The message she attached. [Pick up the phone.]
Just then, a new call came in.
I answered.
The moment I answered, her furious voice exploded through the phone.
“Are you insane? I’m about to be evaluated for a senior title and Henry is about to be made permanent, but you actually reported us to be transferred to the African branch?”
“Leo, I know you’re grieving over the children, but that was fate!”
“Our kids were born with a condition—even a god couldn’t have saved them. It was written in their destiny that they wouldn’t live long. It wasn’t me and it damn sure wasn’t Henry who killed them!”