“Pierre, let's break up. Bethany is too weak to take care of herself. She needs you more than I do!”
In my previous life, Pierre and I wanted to get married. I devoted myself to my work and family, but he was adamant and refused to get married.
Until I died, Bethany said that she would take care of him in my place. It was natural for the scumbag and the bitch to be together.
Later I found out that Pierre stayed by my side just to squeeze in at the critical moment and let me become a stepping stone for Bethany to become the gold medal doctor.
Being with me was also arranged by Dean Marsh.
When he saw that I refused to collude with them, he wanted to get rid of me. It was like a snake that could not be warmed up, ready to bite me back at any time.
Seeing me dragging the suitcase resolutely, even if he said all the nice things, I still refused to give in.
“Aren't you blaming me for helping Bethany take care of the patients?” he argued. “It was you who misjudged the patient. Bethany and I were cleaning up the mess for you.
“Estella, I did not expect not only you to be ungrateful, but you're also confusing right and wrong?”