By afternoon, the hospital floor was littered with disgusting photos.
In them, I wore my nurse's uniform, tangled intimately with different male patients—in the duty room, on hospital beds.
"Oh my God, Head Nurse Harding acts so proper, but she's such a slut!"
"No wonder she got promoted so fast—slept her way up."
"She won't even spare patients. So desperate."
The whispers drilled into my ears.
A patient's family member rushed up and jabbed her finger at my face. "You shameless bitch—did you seduce my husband too?"
Someone grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor, trying to strip my clothes off.
A slap cracked across my face. I was nearly naked, my body pinched until it bruised purple.
"Trash! The hospital should fire you!"
"Doing that in a nurse's uniform—disgusting."
My forehead slammed into the corner of the wall. Warm blood ran down my cheek.
Only when security rushed over to shield me did Kevin walk up, looking at me coldly.
"Brooklyn, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person. A worn-out slut, and you still had the nerve to act above it all and call off the engagement."
He turned to the leaders who'd rushed over and said quietly, "This reflects extremely poorly on us. I suggest suspending Head Nurse Harding."
I slowly wiped the blood from my face, my gaze sweeping to Charlotte—secretly holding up her phone to record.
She blinked at me and mouthed silently: The little lamb won.
Charlotte really was the same as before—too stupid to save.
This time, I was going to watch her personally walk into an abyss of no return.
I got five stitches on my forehead and was suspended.
A hospital administrator called me, sounding helpless. "Brooklyn, get some rest. Once the investigation wraps up, you'll be reinstated."
My brother was so furious he wanted to storm over and argue, but I stopped him.
In two more nights, something would happen to Charlotte.
The timeline from my previous life—I remembered it clearly.
At ten o'clock on the third night, my phone rang.
Bella's voice came through, choked with sobs. "Head nurse, something happened. Please come to the hospital—quick!"
When I arrived, the area outside the ER was already packed.
A gurney was pushed out. The person on it was covered in blood.
But it wasn't Charlotte—it was the psychiatric patient.
Raymond stood off to the side, cigarette in hand, puffing out smoke.
Charlotte was in Kevin's arms, crying pitifully.