Chapter 4

The door to the ward had been pushed open at some point, and the corridor was now packed with curious onlookers. Maeve's frail demeanor as she clutched her stomach won everyone's sympathy.

One of them began speaking up for her. "Does this person even know how to be a doctor? Because she can't figure out the cause of the illness, she just throws dirt on the patient's family and blames them? How outrageous! Officer, hurry up and look into whether she's just trying to shirk responsibility because of her own poor medical skills!"

After hearing the crowd's support, a triumphant glint flashed in Maeve's eyes. Biting her lower lip, she looked as though she'd endured this injustice for a long time. "Ten days ago, I brought Lennon here to see Dr. Young.

"He was already complaining of a stomachache back then, but she didn't even run a single test; she took one look at him and said he was pretending to be sick just to skip school. Then, she forced us to leave and sent us home!"

The crowd outside erupted the moment the words left her mouth.

"My goodness! She brought him here ten days ago? Isn't this essentially a misdiagnosis?"

"He had stomach pain, yet she claimed he was faking it? What kind of quack is she?"

Maeve's tears streamed down her face in large droplets. "Now, she's afraid she'll be held responsible for misdiagnosing him back then, so she's accusing me—the stepmother—of poisoning him! Dr. Young, how can you be so cruel? Are you seriously going to destroy our family just to protect your own career?"

Hubert, who was beside him, completely lost it. He jabbed his finger at my nose and bellowed, "Ten days ago, you were the one who delayed Lennon's treatment, and now you're attempting to accuse my wife of murder! Officer, she filed a false report to frame us. I'm going to report you to the State Medical Board until your license is revoked!"

Everyone in the ward stared at me with the same look they would give a murderer. However, at that moment, I didn't feel a single flicker of emotion.

I took a step forward and closed the distance between Maeve and myself. My gaze landed on her slightly protruding belly, deliberately raising my voice. "Ms. Brown, you put on quite a performance. Now that you have a child of your own, the stepchild in front of you has naturally become a nuisance, hasn't he? It looks like you're in a hurry to clear the way for the legitimate heir growing inside you."

Maeve's face flushed crimson when I exposed her true intentions. She immediately snapped back at me, "Nonsense! Ever since I married into the White family, I've treated Lennon like my own son. Even after I found out I was pregnant, I've never mistreated him in the slightest!"

I leaned forward slightly, closing in on her and springing the ultimate trap. "Oh? Is that so? Since you're such an exceptional mother, I'd love to know how you usually treat this beloved son of yours. What kind of diet have you got him on that managed to drive his organs into total failure?"

Maeve glared at me maliciously, eagerly portraying herself as the victim while taking credit for her supposed devotion. "Lennon has always had a weak stomach, so I never allowed him to eat the junk from outside. Even when my morning sickness was at its worst, I still forced myself out of bed at 5:00 am every day to cook for him because I cared about his health!

"I baked him additive-free bread with my own hands, bought the most expensive mixed nuts, and ground them one by one to make homemade jam for him! I worked myself to the bone every single day, treating him like royalty, and now you're accusing me of poisoning him?"

Maeve cried her heart out. The patients outside the room were moved to tears. One after another, they started cursing at me, demanding that a malicious, cold-hearted doctor like me scram.

I narrowed my eyes, seizing on the crucial slip of her tongue. "You personally made him nut jam every day at 5:00 am, without fail, is that right?"

"That's right! I have nothing to hide!" Maeve lifted her chin, looking as though she had been deeply wronged.

Refusing to spare another glance at her hypocritical face, I shifted my gaze to the police officer beside us. "Captain Moore, you can officially arrest her now."

The entire room went radio silent. All the insults died in their throats.

Captain Moore was visibly caught off guard. His brows knitted as he asked, "What did you just say, Dr. Young?"

The triumphant glint in Maeve's eyes instantly froze. Then, she shrieked louder than before. "Have you lost your mind, Kyra Young? On what grounds are you arresting me?"

I took in her hysterical state and responded firmly, "On the grounds of what you just said. That sentence alone is irrefutable evidence that you intentionally committed murder!"