Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne had just returned from the patient wards when she spotted Mr. Marshall, who hadn't visited the ophthalmology department in a while, standing with his arms behind his back inside the office.

Amy was there in front of him, going on a tirade about how Ruben always shielded Sandra and how this time he had gone to extreme lengths, dragging Leanne into the fray to take the blame.

Leanne paused for a moment, taken aback. Had Amy gone and dragged Mr. Marshall into this mess?

From afar, Amy caught sight of her and started waving frantically, "Come over here! It's your lucky day, Director Marshall's here looking for you. Tell him everything Ruben said to you!"

Approaching them, Leanne asked, "Mr. Marshall, you wanted to see me?"

Mr. Marshall said, "I've heard about the situation with Sandra. Ruben's actions do not reflect our hospital's standards. As doctors, we need to be responsible not only to our patients but to ourselves as well. Whoever is at fault should take responsibility. I assure you that you won't be wronged."

Amy, unable to contain her excitement, shook Leanne's hand vigorously, "See, I told you Mr. Marshall would have your back!"

Leanne responded, "Thank you, Mr. Marshall."

"As for Sandra's disciplinary action, I'll discuss it with the hospital director and ensure a satisfactory resolution for you," Mr. Marshall continued. "Also, about that recording, it might be best to delete it."

Amy stopped her shaking abruptly.

Mr. Marshall added with emphasis, "With the situation escalating, the hospital needs to minimize damage. Leanne, you've always been sensible. Don't let personal feelings tarnish the hospital's reputation."

Amy looked somewhat disillusioned, "But her recording was just to protect herself. As long as Ruben doesn't make her a scapegoat, she wouldn't have leaked it."

"What if it falls into the wrong hands? Now that we're resolving the issue and I've promised to discipline Sandra. There's no need to keep it. It's better off deleted for our sakes."

It boiled down to a lack of trust. After all, erasing evidence was the safest bet.

Amy glanced at Leanne, who wasn't surprised in the slightest.

Mr. Marshall's integrity and professional ethics were beyond question. He was an exemplary figure as the head of ophthalmology.

But in any profession, once someone occupied a top position, political considerations overshadowed everything else.

His stance was understandable, prioritizing the hospital's interest.

"I'll delete it once the hospital's disciplinary actions against Sandra and Ruben are announced," Leanne stated firmly, making her position clear. "The medical error was Sandra's fault, but she's not the only one who should be disciplined. If the hospital doesn't take appropriate action against Ruben, I'll consider seeking justice through other means."

Mr. Marshall left with a grim expression, while Amy looked thrilled.

She exclaimed, "Oh my god, you're like some shining beacon of goodness on this earth!"

Leanne chuckled at Amy's dramatics, "Well, I'm planning to resign anyway, might as well do some good before I leave."

Just then, a series of panicked screams echoed from outside. Leanne quickly went to check, followed by Amy's curious voice, "What's happening? What's going on?"

The corridor was in chaos, with staff and patients screaming and scrambling.

Sandra's screams were the most piercing. Leanne saw her, pale as a ghost, screaming at the top of her lungs as she ran towards them at a breakneck pace.

Chasing her was a burly man wielding a shiny kitchen knife, cursing with venom, "Where do you think you're running to? You witch, you'll pay for this!"

It was the irate husband of the patient in room 7.

Before Leanne and Amy could react, terrified Sandra barrelled into the office, crashing into them with the force of a stampeding bull. Leanne stumbled backward, her back hitting the edge of a desk, causing stars to burst in front of her eyes.

Amy fell to the ground. Before she could get up, the knife-wielding man was at the door. His face was a mask of rage, devoid of any reason, like a wild beast.

Amy turned pale with fear, unable to move.

Ignoring the sharp pain in her back, Leanne, in a moment of desperation, grabbed an office chair and hurled it towards the door. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

The man was hit in the legs, stumbling back. Seizing the moment, Leanne rushed to close the door.

Just as the lock clicked, the door shook violently from the impact of the knife.

The man cursed loudly, his anger palpable.

A chill ran down Leanne's spine. She secured the door and quickly helped Amy to her feet.

The sound of the man trying to break down the door continued. The wooden panel barely held against the knife and his fury, threatening to give way at any moment.