"This is my last warning: take my and Henry’s names off that transfer list— If you don’t, we’re definitely getting divorced!"
But the divorce papers were already signed. I had no interest in her threats.
Just then, a call came in from the third-party management company.
They informed me that they had officially taken over the hospital's HR and logistics. The transfer list to the Africa branch was finalized and issued.
I was pleased with their speed and efficiency. My only instruction to them: pull the surgery room footage from the day the twins went under.
I hadn’t been able to get it before because Irene had blocked me at every turn.
Everyone in HR sided with her. The moment I brought up checking the footage, they all had excuses to avoid it.
Now, no one could stop me.
The management team went to check the surveillance footage. A few minutes later, they called back, their tone apologetic.
“The footage from that day has already been deleted.”
My grip on the phone turned white with tension. I didn’t need to guess who deleted it.
To protect her precious protégé, she really was capable of anything.
“But don’t worry,” the person added, “Our tech team will try to recover the data.”
I exhaled in relief and gave a clear directive. “If you can recover it, everyone gets double bonuses.”
The moment the reassignment list was released, my phone exploded with calls.
The same doctors who once told me, “Mr. Carter, thank you for giving me the chance to become a doctor,” were now flooding me with curses and angry messages.
[Leo, you can't catch your cheating wife, so you're taking it out on us. Don't think you can use me as a scapegoat. I'm going to expose everything you've done to the media. I won't pay a cent and I'm definitely not going to Africa.]
[Mr. Carter, please have mercy. I'm about to get married and I still have a mortgage to pay. This is between you and Dr. Wells—please don’t drag us into it.]
[You pathetic cuckold, just wait. Once Dr. Wells divorces you and my buddy takes your place, let’s see how long you can keep acting like you're king of the hill.]
I pulled up each of their records one by one—and handed them over to the management company.
"Calculate exactly how much I spent training each of them. If they don’t want to go to Africa, then they can pay me back three times the amount, just like the contract says."
I was already being merciful.