But then he spoke impatiently, "You’re absolutely crazy! I told you, the children died because of bad luck! No one hurt them! You’re just delusional! "If you don’t want to watch those patients die, then kneel down and apologize and compensate! Just say you’re delusional, that you misunderstood Kelly and me and that everything about Kelly and me was fabricated by you and then remove the aid to Africa announcement and we’ll start the surgery. Also, you have to say you’re seriously ill and need to go to a mental hospital and make me the person in charge of the hospital..."
I said viciously, "Dream on, Steven! Go to hell and do your shameful thing! Dream on! Everything I did was legal. Why should I apologize? Did I force you to go to Disneyland with Kelly? Did I hold you down when you kissed and touched her breasts?!"
"She used the wrong anesthesia dosage and killed my son and you sided with her and deleted the surgical surveillance records. You two bastards, go to hell and atone for your sins—for my children!"
Steven gasped, "You're absolutely crazy... I can't explain myself enough."
"Go to hell!" I angrily threw my phone to the ground and stomped on it several times.
There was a burst of banging on the door. The next second, a group of people burst in.
"Damn it! You're the one who's ruining the doctor and bringing trouble to so many patients. Bitch, go to hell!"
They tore my clothes, slapped me in the face and kicked me in the stomach. I tightly grasped the urn in my arms. But someone snatched it away.
"No!" I screamed, rushing over to grab it.
But I could only watch helplessly as the urn was smashed to the ground, my children's ashes instantly scattering.
"You filthy bitch! I cared so much about you two unfortunate children, but I'll scatter their ashes, letting you harm others and teach you what pain is."
With bloodshot eyes, I rushed over, but they pulled me back.
Steven walked in, leading Kelly. Seeing the chaotic scene, his first instinct was to protect Kelly. He looked at me covered in blood, his expression complicated, his tone tinged with anxiety.
"Milena, stop being so stubborn! Just apologize and everything will be fine. They're all family members of doctors and patients. Just do what I say and everything will be settled."
With blood all over my mouth, I screamed, "You're dreaming! I won't let you go! I'll make you regret it!"