I exhaled. "Dr. Dickerson, go comfort your scared little intern."
"My brother's here to pick me up. Don't make me late."
Slumped in the passenger seat, I scrolled through my phone and saw the post Charlotte had just made.
Brave Little Lamb Outsmarts the Old Witch: Some people are SO jealous of me~ But Little Lamb has a knight and a prince protecting her, so I'm not scared at all!
The attached picture was a blurry side profile—obviously a sneak shot of me.
She'd described me as a vicious head nurse, jealous of her youth and beauty, always making things hard for newcomers.
Most comments were tearing her apart, but some equally unhinged people were taking her side.
My brother glanced at my screen and snorted. "This woman is really something."
I sighed. "I broke off my engagement with Kevin today."
Silence. He didn't ask why.
"Good. That kid never deserved you."
"He came over for dinner, Mom made a whole spread—bird's nest, shark fin—and he said we were wasteful."
"When you were on your period, pale from the pain, he drank all the tonic soup I'd made for you."
"Brooklyn, you deserve better."
My nose stung. "Why didn't you ever say any of this before?"
He shot me a look. "Back then, you only had eyes for him. If I said one bad word, you wouldn't talk to me for three days."
In my last life, I really was deaf and blind.
The car stopped smoothly outside our building. My brother ruffled my hair.
"Come home this weekend. Mom's making your favorite sweet-and-sour ribs—stay a couple days."
"I'll introduce you to some nice young men. Any of them would be better than Kevin Dickerson."
The next day at work, the head of security, Landon Finch, sidled over.
"Head Nurse Harding, there was a strange man at the nurses' station last night. Didn't leave until after midnight."
I feigned surprise. "Really? You should report that."
Finch left reluctantly and called the nursing department to investigate.
Charlotte looked aggrieved. "He was just a friend dropping off milk tea. He sat with me for a bit and left..."
The exact same excuse as my previous life.
But this time, I didn't push it.
Charlotte made a point of detouring past the nurses' station and stuck her tongue out at me. "Head nurse, tattling won't help. Leadership sees everything—they know who the hardworking little lamb is!"
I replied flatly, "Your business has nothing to do with me."
Her expression stiffened. She twisted her hips and walked off.