Just as Patricia was cornered with no apparent escape option, the silent Martin stepped forward. His imposing figure stood between them, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding an oppressive aura.
"Madam Thomas, I think she has made herself quite clear. I respect you as an elder, and I ask you to also act with such dignity and not to trouble her." Martin spoke in a tone of finality.Madam Thomas growled unwillingly, "But my grandson is the one laying in the OR right now."Martin's thin lips pursed slightly, contemplating his words before speaking he said."Your grandson ended up in his current state because of your decisions, isn't that so? You shouldn’t project the blame onto Patricia now."Madam Thomas's face showed her discomfort at his assessment, unable to accept it she asked, "Are you declaring yourself against me to stand by her side?"Without a word, Martin placed his hand supportively on Patricia's shoulder, and with a resolute gaze, he met Madam ThomaIn the ICU observation room, Patricia's phone 'dinged' with a message. A colleague from her department sent a WhatsApp message, informing her."Bobby didn't survive the resuscitation and passed away at 7:10 PM. Madam Thomas couldn't accept the outcome and fainted; the department is in chaos. If you can avoid coming back, stay away."The final sentence carried a lot of weight. Patricia frowned slightly and sent a message back. "Why shouldn’t I return?" The screen indicated that the other party was typing, but no message came through. Guessing what was happening, Patricia sent another message: "Does the Thomas family think Bobby's death is related to me?"This time, the reply came quickly. "We all know it's not connected to you, but the Thomas family won't listen to reason. They believe you and Professor Brown are responsible for Bobby's death. They're causing a scene in the office right now! Madam Thomas is still unconscious. No one knows where Debbie
Martin’s pupils contracted with anger watching Patricia get slandered, but before he could react, she calmly grasped his hand, whispering only for him to hear, “Let them speak. As long as we know the truth, that's all that matters.”Martin looked at her, biting back his anger. Just as Patricia finished her memorial respects Debbie arrived, making a show of her grief before Madam Thomas, seeking absolution for her failure to save Bobby.Madam Thomas watched Debbie with a cold gaze, offering reassurance that shifted ominously to a veiled threat, intimating that none involved would escape punishment.Despite the disconcerting interaction, Debbie couldn’t pinpoint the implied threat and retreated, only to spot Martin and Patricia. Envious of Patricia in this moment, she addressed Patricia mockingly, suggesting her own involvement in the child’s fate.Patricia ignored Debbie’s baiting. Undeterred, Debbie’s vitriolic comments continued, earning Patricia a bout of undeserved laughter.“Deb
"No, Madam Thomas, you can't do this... You watched me grow up, how can you be so heartless... I'm Greta's best friend..."Debbie shook her head in terror, her voice quivering with fear.Madam Thomas let out a 'heh heh' laugh, chilling and sinister, like it was wafting up from the depths of hell."You watched Bobby grow up too, yet you still ended up killing her! Since you don't care about our families' friendship, why should I care about you?"With those words, her palm lifted slightly.Four men surged forward, pinning Debbie to the ground.One man held her hands above her head, two others each secured a leg, and the last prepared the camera, inching closer to Debbie.Debbie tried to escape, but pinned down by limbs, she could only watch helplessly as her clothes were ripped from her body.With a 'hiss,' her clothing was torn to shreds, exposing her perfect figure to all eyes."Ah..."A blast of cold air swept over Debbie, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, tears streaming down he
In the living room on the first floor.Martin, clad in a sharp suit, his white shirt contrasting with the black, stood under the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier. His features were striking, his jawline sharp enough to instill a sense of awe.Madam Thomas approached with a harmless smile, extending her hand in greeting. "Martin, what brings you here today? Perhaps a new business venture?"Martin glanced at her outstretched hand with disdain, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries. "You know exactly why I'm here, Madam Thomas. Patricia, my wife, I would like you to hand her over to me."Madam Thomas didn't seem perturbed. She withdrew her hand, her smile sly and foxy."Martin, what are you talking about? Patricia isn't here with me. You must be mistaken."Martin chuckled lowly, his voice as cold as ice. "Madam Thomas, we've known each other for years. Let's not pretend. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't certain."Unfazed, Madam Thomas retorted, still playing coy. "Professor W
As he entered, he scanned the room looking for Patricia, once he saw her, he hurried towards her, asking in a low voice, “Are you ok?” Shaking her head, Patricia said it was nothing to worry about.“These are just injuries from when they knocked me out. After being brought here, she didn’t really do anything to me…” she reassured Martin. Compared to her, Debbie had clearly suffered worse. Martin didn’t say more, he simply asked for a first-aid kit from his bodyguard and carefully treated her wounds. The medicine felt cool on her skin and brought immediate relief. Patricia looked up at the man whose face was etched with worry and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you planning to do to her?”Martin replied nonchalantly, “You don't have to worry about this issue. Just rest!”Patricia persisted, “The Langley family has always had a good relationship with the Thomas family, I don't want you to become enemies with the Thomas family because of me.”His eyes darkened slightly, “Don't worry
The video showed little Bobby lying on the operating table, pale and alone. The chief surgeon, Debbie, was accompanied by an assisting physician and two nurses. Prepared to begin, Debbie hesitated, eliciting a frantic urging from the assistant, “Professor Brown, you must proceed quickly or it will be too late.”Debbie, annoyed, looked at Bobby, who was connected to oxygen, “Where to start? This is a postoperative complication, and the survival rate is just one in ten thousand. Even an attempt to save him is a waste of time.”Refusing to accept this, the assistant said, “Even if the chance is one in a hundred thousand, we cannot give up. That's our duty as doctors.”Debbie sneered, “Duty, my foot. You save him, that's duty. If not, he's a hot potato.”The assistant was stunned, feeling helpless to act, and Debbie rambled on, “How did Patricia do it last time? How did she save him? I should have watched her operate. If only I knew what to do now.”The nurses exchanged shocked glances.
Despair engulfed Debbie: it was limitless and suffocating. She clung desperately to Mrs. Thomas’s legs, pleading for mercy, but to no avail – Mrs. Thomas had lost all semblance of sanity and was deaf to her cries. With a casual wave of her hand, Debbie was dragged away. Her piercing pleas and sobbing echo through the basement long after her figure disappeared.Once Debbie was gone, Mrs. Thomas, leaning on her cane, hobbled out of the basement to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Darkness enveloped the room, save for the flickering red lights of candles illuminating an altar. Above it rested Bobby's portrait, a photograph of a handsome young boy with a bright smile, his eyes twinkling like stars against the night sky. Mrs. Thomas took down the portrait, her wrinkled hands tenderly caressing Bobby's handsome face as tears dotted the image. "Bobby, forgive me. It's my fault. Grandmother was foolish to trust Debbie. Are you angry with me? Is that why you won't com
Since returning to the Ellenstein Villa District, Patricia had kept a vigilant eye on online developments. She saw the video as soon as it was released.Moreover, the moment of Debbie being discarded at the mall entrance was also captured and uploaded online, though her identity was concealed with mosaic.The hospital quickly issued a statement about her situation, declaring that she had been stripped of all her duties and that her future actions would have no connection to the institution.Not long ago, Debbie, the rising star of the medical world, had shone brightly for only a few days before plummeting like a meteor, shattering completely.The stock price of the Watson family's corporation also suffered due to her scandal, plummeting wildly.Watching the video online again, despite having witnessed the incident once, Patricia still felt a sense of shock and fear.Had Martin not arrived in time, would she have faced the same fate as Debbie now?Although Debbie had brought this upon