I finally replied with one word: [Okay.]
On her end, the “typing…” indicator kept flashing. But in the end, she sent nothing.
I sent her a screenshot of Henry’s nine-photo Disneyland post, along with the report of the medical accident.
[Irene, it was him who killed our children, wasn’t it?]
All I got in return was a red exclamation mark. She had blocked me.
When I checked back on the social media posts, all of Henry’s flashy updates were gone. Only a lonely apology remained:
“The patient's family treated us to a meal to thank us for saving their child. Everyone got drunk and played games. I lost at truth or dare and the family member told me to pick a girl present and post about it. Miss Wells only helped me so I wouldn’t feel embarrassed. I apologize for any misunderstanding or negative impact.”
The picture? A crying cartoon cat bowing.
Underneath, Irene had commented.
“Don’t be scared, Henry. I’ve got your back. Some people better not think they can bully you.”
And then came the string of replies:
“We all knew it was a joke. The family made a disgusting dare. Even if we didn’t like it, we had no choice but to play along.”
“‘Some people’? Is she talking about her husband? Poor Irene, married to a mad man. Losing the kid was just bad luck, yet he keeps making a scene at the hospital, insisting it was her and Henry’s fault.”
“Miss Wells standing up so fiercely to protect him—so charming!”
I let out a cold laugh.
Then I noted down each of their names, one by one and added them all to the reassignment list.
Back when I founded this private hospital, it was all to help Irene become the top cardiologist in the country.
I poured in the most investment, the most publicity.
Now, she truly was our hospital’s chief physician—everyone fawned over her. And her most favored protégé, Henry, had ridden that wave to success right alongside her.
Yet I, the hospital’s largest shareholder, had become the one they trample underfoot.
Maybe it was because they all thought I was hopelessly in love with Irene. That this hospital only became what it was today because of her. That I wouldn’t dare make her angry. That both I and the hospital couldn’t afford to lose her.
They forgot— it was my hospital that made her who she was. Without her, I could still raise countless top-tier specialists.
Henry had replied to every supportive comment with a smiling cat emoji and to Irene, he sent a kissing sticker.