He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly losing patience. "I’ve already told you," he sighed, frustration seeping into his voice. "In all my years in this field, I’ve seen cases like this. It was a freak medical accident. You just happened to be the outlier with the lowest probability."
He gestured toward my scar without a hint of sympathy. "It only happened because Ashley was the one operating. You’re blaming her for something that could’ve happened to anyone."
His tone hardened, cold and detached. "If another surgeon had been there, no one could’ve guaranteed success either. You’re a medical professional yourself, Natalia. Don’t you understand this?"
I let out a bitter laugh, disbelief mixing with disgust. "Oh, I understand," I said, eyes narrowing. "But what I also understand is that you'd rather protect your little apprentice than take responsibility for what you’ve done to me."