“I gave up my career for marriage, and now I deeply regret it. You were right all along—men like him aren’t worth sacrificing your future for.”
Back then, blinded by love, I threw myself into Daniel Carter’s arms. I never thought I was just feeding a dog.
Rachel was shocked at first but then sounded both relieved and heartbroken.
“See? I told you from the beginning. Daniel is the kind of man who’s all surface—thin lips and a handsome face, but cold inside.”
“Since your legs are broken, I’ll send my brother to pick you up. Sophia, I look forward to seeing you again.”
“See you soon.”
After hanging up, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Michael Adams, Rachel’s brother, was also my senior in school. He had once pursued me, but I rejected him because I was shallow and chose Daniel for his looks. Now, with him coming to get me, would he laugh at the pitiful wreck I had become?
The next day, police officers and hospital security came by as routine. Even Dr. Johnson, the vice director, showed up. After all, the wife of Mr. Carter of the Carter Group had been attacked inside a hospital ward.
Several nurses, including the head nurse, along with security guards, lined up nervously awaiting Dr. Johnson’s reprimand.
He scolded them harshly:
“How could you let this happen? The hospital’s security is in your hands, and yet you didn’t even notice when someone slipped knockout drugs into your drinks? Do you just drink anything strangers give you? Do you have any sense of professionalism? If you don’t want this job, there are plenty of others who do!”
A police officer came over and patted his shoulder.
“Calm down, Dr. Johnson. It was a surprise attack. The fact that your staff weren’t harmed further is already fortunate. No one would have expected such a group. Their sole target was Mrs. Carter—it looks like a vendetta. No one else was hurt.”
After giving my statement, I described the attackers in detail, especially the leader of the vagrants.
Daniel put on a show of outrage.
“Officer, my wife has already suffered greatly. How can she be made to endure such attacks again? Is the public safety in New York City this poor?”
“Yes, officer,” Emma cried, “my mommy is so pitiful. Please, catch those criminals soon! They must be the same ones who kidnapped me! Please, make sure my mommy gets justice!”
The officer reassured her again:
“Don’t worry. We already have leads. Justice will be served.”