I looked at Pierre and said lightly, “During this period of time, I plan to move back to the school laboratory.”
“Estella, I've already told you that Bethany is our junior schoolmate, why are you thinking so much?” Pierre explained with pleading eyes, “Sometimes she's too busy, so I help her see a few patients. You know Bethany is not as good as you."
I looked at him as I gave him an analogy, “This society truly is a place where the strong and those with power are always seen as right, no matter how wrong they are, isn’t it?
“Pierre, let's break up. Bethany is too weak to take care of herself. She needs you more than I do!”
In my previous life, Pierre and I wanted to get married. I devoted myself to my work and family, but he was adamant and refused to get married.
Until I died, Bethany said that she would take care of him in my place. It was natural for the scumbag and the bitch to be together.
Later I found out that Pierre stayed by my side just to squeeze in at the critical moment and let me become a stepping stone for Bethany to become the gold medal doctor.
Being with me was also arranged by Dean Marsh.
When he saw that I refused to collude with them, he wanted to get rid of me. It was like a snake that could not be warmed up, ready to bite me back at any time.
Seeing me dragging the suitcase resolutely, even if he said all the nice things, I still refused to give in.
“Aren't you blaming me for helping Bethany take care of the patients?” he argued. “It was you who misjudged the patient. Bethany and I were cleaning up the mess for you.
“Estella, I did not expect not only you to be ungrateful, but you're also confusing right and wrong?”
I looked at him with a half-smile as I questioned, “Don't you know who is not a good doctor and who is confusing right and wrong?”
Pierre looked at me, his face full of dissatisfaction with me.
“Estella, you know we are both medical workers!”
“I am now in the rising stage of my career. You women will have children in the future, so you don't have to work so hard,” he continued his insult, then adding some beautiful words as always, “Intracranial Neurology Departments often perform high-intensity surgeries, so I feel sorry for you.
“Have you ever thought that you will be a wife and a mother in the future?”