Chapter 8
The medical investigation team quickly intervened, thoroughly investigating the medical incident that shocked the entire
nation.
Piece by piece, the details of how Sophie, backed by Ethan’s favoritism, contributed to the death of my children were
unveiled.
Her crimes were clear and undeniable, and those so-called “family members” who had caused trouble at my home were
nothing more than thugs on her payroll.
When she was taken away, she still wasn’t resigned to her fate, crying out,
“Ethan, save me! I did this for you! You can’t abandon me!”
But Blackwood only stood there, his face expressionless, his eyes cold and full of deep resentment.
Unfortunately, no matter how thoroughly the investigation team dug, there was no evidence that Blackwood had been involved in Sophie’s actions. Even in the matter of how the children died, he remained completely unaware.
He was, unbelievably, found innocent.
His only sin was negligence: as lead surgeon and hospital director, he had failed to uncover the truth. When I heard the conclusion, I didn’t say a word. I simply grabbed the cup on the desk and slammed it onto the floor.
The glass shattered, but I stood there, emotionless.
For the next few days, Blackwood followed me like a stray dog.
He looked worn out, bloodshot eyes staring at me as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
I never looked at him once.
It wasn’t until I finished my routine inspection at the hospital and was about to leave that he suddenly blocked my way.
My bodyguards stepped forward, ready to do things as they usually did and throw him out.
But he fell to his knees with a thud, clutching my wrist desperately.
“Valerie-five minutes. After that, I’ll fly to the Caribbean and vanish.”
I waved at my bodyguards to step back and stared at him coldly.
“Say it.”
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse as he spoke,
“There was never anything between Sophie and me. I… I just always thought of you when I saw her, the way you were
when you were younger.”
“You were so talented back then… But you gave it all up for me, to let me focus on becoming a doctor and running the
hospital.”
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“I’ve always felt guilty, so I thought… at least I could make up for that regret by helping Sophie.”
I scoffed, slapping him across the face.
“Make up for it? Spare me the sermon.” Blackwood’s head turned with the slap, and after a long pause, he lifted his head
to continue explaining.
“The trip to Disneyland… It really was because there was a knife surgery scheduled. The patient’s family gave us the tickets as a thank-you, and they also wanted us to relax a bit.”
“My mind was completely blank. The kids had just passed, and I was trying to escape the pain. At the time, I didn’t know it was her who killed our children. I didn’t want Sophie to carry the shadow of the medical accident, so I stayed with her in Disneyland for a little while and took those photos.”
“I didn’t know about the social media post she made. I only saw the one she made later. She said she was just joking. The kiss was her idea. I… I only hugged her, and she stole a kiss.”
“I… I didn’t want to tell you the truth, because I was afraid you’d blame her and suffer more.”
“All those things I didn’t know. Sophie told me that you were devastated by the loss of the children, that you were having a hysterical episode, and that I should take you to a psychiatric hospital. That’s why I suggested you take time off to rest.”
“But I never imagined… one lie would lead to another, and in the end, it would all go wrong.’
I slapped him again, my eyes bloodshot and filled with fury, staring at him with hatred.
“And what about the lobster bisque?”
“When my children were suffering from heart disease complications, their fever refusing to break, I was busy with hospita work. When I was so exhausted from caring for them that I fainted, you never thought of getting them even a cafeteria meal. All you had in your mind was Sophie’s lobster bisque?!”
“Whatever Sophie said, you believed. She told you I’d affect the surgery, so you wouldn’t even let me enter the ward? She told you to stop me from checking the footage, fearing my condition would worsen, and you believed her and stopped me from investigating?”
“Use your brain for once. Think about what she said. For the sake of our children, you should have checked the footage! I you had, you would have seen something wasn’t right. Did you check? No!”
“You weren’t duped, Blackwood. You were terrified. Terrified that if you lifted even one stone, you’d find your own
cowardice underneath.”
My voice was hoarse, nearly breaking as I screamed,
“At this point, you still won’t admit you’re a bastard? You fell for her, protecting her while my children lost their lives!”
Blackwood knelt on the floor, tears streaming down his face, choking on his sobs as he apologized,
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Valerie, I failed them… I failed you…”
I couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. I turned away to leave.
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He rushed forward, grabbing my ankle, crying out,
“Please… before I go, just let me see them… Just one last time… please.”
I shook him off, my voice cold and void of any warmth,
“Dream on.”
“You don’t deserve it. You forfeited that right the day you chose silence.”
Right then, I signed the papers, officially firing him from the hospital.
To be honest, keeping him at the hospital just to punish him and sending him to the Caribbean felt disgusting.
Letting him stay at the hospital I built with my own hands would be an insult to this place.
Later, I heard that after being fired, he tried to commit suicide but called an ambulance himself and was saved.
A year later, I was told he went to Caribbean, to a local hospital, claiming to be a volunteer doctor, saying it was his way of “atoning” for his sins.
Then, a year after that, I received word that he had contracted a deadly infectious disease and died in a shabby room at a
foreign hospital.
Before he died, he asked the local embassy to return his ashes, wanting me to bury them next to the children.
I only replied with one sentence:
“Sorry, I have no relationship with him. I do not accept his request.”
I called the person in charge of handling his ashes and ordered,
“Handle it however.”
How they dealt with Blackwood’s ashes was no longer my concern.
This karmic retribution had finally come to an end.
I stood before my children’s tomb, the wind lifting their favorite Superman flags, the sunlight shining on the tombstone,
quiet and bright.
I whispered softly,
“Mommy has avenged you both.”
“From now on, no one will disturb your peace.”
