Read More

Chapter 898

Chapter 898:
With that, the director rose and exited the room, with Caiden following close behind. Turner remained seated, his face drained of color. Then, as if something snapped inside him, he suddenly sprang to his feet and left the conference room. Kylee, seeing this, hurried after him.
“Dr. Wright, you’re absolutely phenomenal! Thanks to you, the surgery is successful!” one of the doctors exclaimed.
“Indeed, Dr. Wright, you are remarkable! If it hadn’t been for your timely intervention, Braden would have faced grave danger today.” Belinda merely offered a faint smile in response, choosing to remain silent.
Inside Turner’s office, Kylee anxiously asked, “Mentor, what should we do now?” She was genuinely scared.
“How should I know?” Turner barked, his voice laced with frustration.
“Why didn’t you consider the consequences when you threw away Braden’s medical records? You are the one accountable for this entire debacle!”
His fury surged just at the sight of Kylee. Had it not been for her reckless behavior, none of this would have transpired. Now that everything had unraveled, Turner instinctively shifted all the blame onto Kylee, his need for self-preservation overriding any sense of fairness.
Hearing Turner’s accusatory words, Kylee said nothing, though grievances simmered within her, bubbling just beneath the surface. Belinda had handed Turner the medical records, yet he hadn’t even glanced at them. Later, when he had discovered she had disposed of them, he had barely reacted—merely issuing a perfunctory warning, asking her not to do that again.
gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com makes every story special
As Belinda had pointed out, if he truly cared, why had he never followed up? Why hadn’t he double-checked something so crucial? Now that a problem had appeared, he was conveniently pinning everything on her!
“Leave now. I need time to think,” Turner said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Before Kylee could utter another word, Turner had already dismissed her. Equally livid, Kylee bit back her retort, her jaw tightening. Without another glance, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the office.
Belinda was on the night shift today; fortunately, the Cardiac Surgery Department was unusually tranquil. No emergencies arose throughout the night, and all patients in the ward remained stable.
By approximately three in the morning, Belinda retired to the rest area to sleep, exhaustion settling into her bones. Doctors on night duty were permitted to rest, and the nurses would summon them if any urgent matters arose.
Belinda awoke on her own a little past six in the morning and made her way back to the doctor’s office.
At eight, after the day shift doctors arrived to take over responsibilities, Belinda concluded her shift feeling accomplished.
With a spring in her step, she proceeded to Lucas’ ward.
.
.
.