He scoffed and continued, “Wake up, Nydia! I’m done falling for your games. Fine, you want a divorce? Have the baby first, and then get the hell out of my life.”
I didn’t bother wasting another word on him. I turned the wheelchair around and left.
Back at the ward, the staff were still busy sterilizing everything. The intern had been sent off to clinical training, while the other coworkers openly gossiped about how I’d disgraced the department.
“She’s supposed to be the head nurse, but she can’t even do her job,” one of them muttered.
Meanwhile, others were discussing how perfect Hadden and Cynthia were as a couple.
“I don’t get it. Why did Dr. Fletcher ever choose her in the first place?”
Just then, one of the nurses who’d been working with Hadden for years flung a memo in my face.
Apparently, because of the recent medical incident, the higher-ups were demanding an investigation. Both the department and I had to submit individual reports.