Chapter 5

I shouted with a hoarse voice.

"I'm not willing! You forced me! You were going to kill my father!"

The scene fell deathly silent. The interns looked at each other, their pens stopped.

William's expression didn't change. He even shook his head with a hint of regret.

He pulled out a paper from the medical chart.

"After the miscarriage, the patient developed severe delusional disorder. She's emotionally unstable and aggressive."

"This is the psychiatric evaluation report from last night."

He displayed the forged report for everyone to see.

"She constantly imagines someone is trying to harm her father. In fact, her father is already brain dead. We've just been maintaining him."

Public opinion reversed instantly.

Everyone looked at me like I was insane.

"So she's crazy. No wonder."

"William really has it tough, having to care for a crazy wife."

"So pitiful. She doesn't even know she miscarried."

I opened my mouth wide, wanting to explain, but found words so powerless.

In this world of authority constructed by white coats, I was just a madwoman.

William waved his hand: "The patient is agitated. Administer a sedative."

Two male orderlies rushed up and pinned me down, one on each side.

A cold needle pierced my neck.

"Let me go... William... may you die a horrible death..."

The medication took effect quickly. My vision began to blur, my tongue grew thick.

In my daze, I saw Juliet standing at the door. She wasn't in the wheelchair—she stood perfectly straight.

She mouthed words to me: "Idiot."

Then, while the interns were leaving, she slipped in.

She pinched my IV tube with her sharp nails until the tube was flattened.

"Lena, actually I'm not sick at all."

She whispered in my ear, like a serpent's hiss.

"My uterus is perfectly fine. I just don't want to give birth myself. Afraid of pain, afraid of ruining my figure."

"William said your uterus is well-maintained. Perfect for me to use."

"He also said you reek of cooking oil and have disgusted him for a long time."

"Only I am his muse."

My whole body was limp, unable to move, but I didn't close my eyes.

I bit through the tip of my tongue. The sharp pain kept me barely conscious. Blood flowed down from the corner of my mouth.

Juliet, William. As long as I don't die, I will skin you alive and pull out your tendons.

All the suffering I've endured—I'll return it to you a thousandfold!

The sedative dosage wasn't enough.

Or rather, hatred gave me drug resistance.

During the nurses' shift change, using my former medical knowledge, I pulled out the needle.

Blood droplets splattered on the floor like red plum blossoms.

I stole an intern's white coat, put on a mask, and stumbled out of the room.

I had to take my father away.

Even if I died on the road, I couldn't let him fall into the hands of this pair of dogs.

My father's ICU was upstairs.

I held onto the wall, shuffling step by step.

Each step felt like a knife twisting in my lower body.

Finally, I reached that familiar door.

My hand had just touched the doorknob when I heard voices inside.

"William, do we really need to keep Lena's father around?"

It was Juliet's voice.

"The ventilator is so noisy. It's giving me a headache."

Then came William's voice, cold as ice.

"Originally we could drag it out a few more days to control Lena."

"But since the surgery is happening anyway, this old thing is useless now."

"Plus, his little pension isn't even enough to cover the special care fees."