“Dr. Montague, I know I was thoughtless before, and I’m really sorry. Can you forgive me? Hayes really cares about Auntie. Please don’t be mad at him.”
The mention of my mother’s name, coming from her lips, sent a searing rage through me.
“You don’t deserve to say her name!”
The control I’d been holding on to snapped. I shot up from my chair, fury flooding my veins.
“Get out. I don’t want to see you.”
Hayes stepped in front of Zara instinctively, as if protecting her from me. His eyes went cold.
“Elise, are you really going to act like this?” His voice was harsh, edged with disappointment. “Is this how you, as a doctor, uphold your professional ethics?”
Before I could respond, he pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and turned his back to me. Right in front of me.
His voice was ice.
“I’d like to report Dr. Elise Montague, a surgeon at your hospital, for unprofessional conduct…”
A bitter laugh threatened to rise in my throat, but I swallowed it back down.
So this was who he was now.
Not the man who promised to protect me. Not the man who once called me his home.
The man standing in front of me now didn’t even care enough to hear my side.