A gleam flashed in Nancy’s eyes. She shoved me hard. I was already weak and the push sent me stumbling backward. I fell to the floor, tipping over the bucket as I fell.
The icy-cold water poured down over me, the foul stench assaulting my nostrils. Laughter Instantly erupted around us.
Then a deep, stern male voice rang from behind the crowd. “What’s going on here?!”
The nurses stepped aside, revealing Edwin.
His eyes soon fell on my dishelved looks.
His brows knitted tightly. He took half a step back before his face hardened. “Who told you to come here?”
The chill in my chest sank deeper than the cold soaking my clothes.
I had just miscarried. I was the one being humiliated. Yet he didn’t ask why—he only demanded to know why I was there.
Nancy spoke first. “I caught Ms. Robertson rummaging through your office. When I tried to stop her, she attacked me…”
Edwin glanced past her, his expression darkening. “Sammy, who told you to come into my office?”
I pushed myself to my feet, facing the accusing stares around me. “You texted me to come.”
He let out a short, cold laugh. “I never take my phone into surgery. There's no way I could send you a message!”
I froze, then saw the satisfied glint in Nancy’s eyes and realized this was her trap.
I snapped, “You can check your phone records or pull the office security footage. Then you’ll know who’s lying.”
Edwin hesitated. Before he could answer, Nancy suddenly began to cry.
“Ms. Robertson, I understand—you think I caused your miscarriage, so you came here looking for proof. I get it…”
“You lost your baby and I feel worse than you do. But you can’t accuse me, you can’t frame me like this…”
“If no one here believes me, then I’ll just leave.”
She turned as if to go, but Edwin caught her by the arm.
“Nancy, of course I believe you. Don’t go!” Edwin said.
Security arrived and grabbed me by the arms.
Edwin shot me a look of disgust and said harshly, “Sammy, if you bully Nancy again, I won’t just throw you out of the hospital—I’ll have you taken straight to the police.”
That night, Edwin came home.
He saw me on the couch, clumsily tending to my injuries. For a moment, hesitation flickered in his eyes. But he turned away and walked into the bedroom.
A few minutes later, he walked out the room while dragging a suitcase.
He said coldly, “I paid for the imported medicine you broke. Consider that matter closed."