"It wasn't easy for her to test her way out of a small town. Her parents are farmers. They went into massive debt to pay for her schooling…"
I cut him off. "A hard background doesn't mean she gets to ignore hospital regulations."
Kevin choked on that. His expression darkened.
"Brooklyn, I'm starting to realize you've become cold-blooded."
He looked at me with disappointment. "Charlotte is just a simple, brave girl. Why do you have to target her?"
I looked at this man I once loved, the one I thought I'd spend my whole life with, and said softly:
"Kevin, if one day Charlotte causes someone's death—will you help collect her body, or take the fall for her?"
He frowned. "What nonsense is that? Don't curse her!"
He took a deep breath, like he'd made up his mind.
"Brooklyn, if you keep making things hard for her—"
"Then there's no need for our engagement to continue."
For an intern, he was threatening me at work.
How ridiculous.
In my last life, hearing this would've shattered me.
Now, I only felt relieved.
"Fine. Since you brought it up, I'll give you an official answer."
"I'm not marrying you."
Kevin froze. Clearly not the reaction he expected.