Chapter 2

"George, she's your wife! You're a doctor! How can you be so heartless? Your wife is eight months pregnant, and you're refusing to save her!"

Malcolm's angry shouting caught the attention of the doctors and nurses in the nearby offices, and they all came over to see what was happening.

A nurse hurried to my side and quietly said, "Dr. Westcott, the pregnant woman with the severe bleeding really does have the same name as Mrs. Westcott. Do you want to go to the operating room and take a look?"

Although she spoke softly, Malcolm still heard her. He quickly turned to me.

"You believe me now, don't you? Stop wasting time and go save Cindy!"

Malcolm looked anxious, but I also caught the smugness and satisfaction hidden in his eyes.

He was so desperate to get me into that operating room because he wanted to frame me.

If that was his plan, then I would use it against him.

I quietly glanced at the computer that was recording everything before nodding.

"Fine. I'll go take a look."

After I changed into sterile scrubs and entered the operating room, the doctor leading the emergency treatment looked at me as if I were their only hope.

"Dr. Westcott, the patient has lost too much blood. She's already in shock!"

The comments exploded with panic.

"His wife already took the fake death drug. Of course her heartbeat is weak. Her heart might stop any second!"

"I feel so bad for this guy. His wife cheated on him, and now they're going to send him to prison too!"

I looked sadly at Cindy's pale face as she lay on the operating table.

I had fallen in love with Cindy at first sight. After we got married, I spoiled her and did everything I could to make her happy.

I loved her with all my heart. Yet she was willing to fake her own death just to frame me.

Thinking about that, I pointed at the heart monitor, where the ECG was almost a flat line.

"The patient arrived too late. There's no point continuing the rescue. Let's notify the family and record the time of death."

After saying that, I walked out of the operating room.

But instead of returning to my office, I went to the doctors' lounge.

"He never performed the surgery, so he shouldn't go to prison now, right?"

"It won't matter. The trap was already set! Oh my God, I want to tell him the truth so badly, but I can't!"

"Malcolm will come to the hospital tomorrow morning and make a huge scene. By then, the truth won't matter anymore. After George's hand is broken, his father-in-law will show up with the police and accuse him of operating while drunk. There's no way he'll escape!"

The moment I read that comment, I jumped to my feet. My heart pounded as disbelief filled me.

There were security cameras in my office, and I had never performed the surgery.

There was no way anyone could prove I had operated while drunk.

Becoming a doctor had been my dream ever since I was a child. I had worked for more than 20 years to become a good doctor.

I refused to let my dream and everything I had worked for be destroyed by Cindy and Malcolm's scheme.

No!

I would never let that happen!

I clenched my fists and forced myself to calm down.

If this was a conspiracy, then there had to be a flaw.

I closed my eyes and thought as fast as I could. Everything that had happened over the past few days replayed in my mind.

Half an hour later, I opened my eyes and smiled with complete confidence.

"So that's it."

Then I immediately made several phone calls and put my plan into motion.