Chapter 6
My words left Ethan frozen in place, his eyes widening in disbelief as they quickly reddened.
His lips trembled, and with the weight of his emotions crushing him, he collapsed to his knees.
He cried out, sobbing so violently it seemed as though his heart was being torn apart, as if he truly mourned the children.
I watched coldly, motionless.
“Take them all away,” I said to the police.
“I’ll have my lawyer pursue each one of them. Not one will be spared.”
I would never forgive them.
I gently scooped up the ashes of my children that had spilled on the ground, tenderly placing them into a new urn.
I had a custom tombstone with a Superman emblem.
It was their favorite thing.
I couldn’t make them happy on their seventh day, but I hoped they would find peace in their favorite resting place.
On the day of their burial, the sun shone brightly. I stood silently in front of their tombstone, dressed in black.
Ethan Blackwood came.
He stood at the edge of the crowd, head lowered, like a dog wanting to approach and pay his respects.
Without hesitation, my bodyguard pinned him to the ground, punching and kicking him until his face was swollen and
bruised, then tossed him out like garbage.
“Leave,” I said, not even glancing at him, my voice cold.
That beast is banned forever. He doesn’t deserve to disturb their rest.”
The storm online only grew stronger, with insults flooding in.
I remained silent no longer.
I called a press conference, where I directly announced the firing of all doctors who participated in the strike, spread rumors, and conspired with the patients’ families to cause trouble. I also vowed to hold them accountable for breach of
contract.
These were the doctors I had supported with significant financial resources.
They backstabbed me, and as doctors, they cared more about currying favor with Blackwood than about their patients’
lives.
1 reopened the high-salary recruitment program and brought in a wave of excellent doctors to fill all the vacancies in my
hospital.
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Patients who had their treatments delayed due to the strive we wysheid for care.
Standing at the press conference, i faced the cameras, unveling at the swing and vaning agreements one by one.
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“I founded this hospital to save lives. And i also ward to send doctors to pieces that testly need them
“Those who sccepted my funding knew from the start that they had a three-year obligation to support the underdeveloped branch. This isn’t punishment, it’s a promise?
“Breaking that promise should be compensated?
My voice was calm, but firm
“Today, I’m singling out one person-Ethan Blackwood”
“Honestly, I founded this hospital for him.”
“I poured everything I had into this hospital because he told me he wanted to become the best doctor and turn my hospital into the best in the country,”
Back then, maybe he really did love me, just a little. After learning to set up this hospital for him, he cried, held me close, and signed a contract that was practically a lifetime comenterent, sweating he’d do whatever I told him, follow my lead.
I turned to face the cameras, my gaze cold
“The original contract was for life. I made him the best doctor in the country. He agreed to follow my orders, so I have the
right to send him to the Caribbean and never allow him to return.”
“I made this decision because he and his mistress killed my children.”
“This is his just retribution.”
