Framed as a Quack: I Crushed My Hands in Rage

Hiding behind the security guard, I glared at Megan and shouted, "I didn't kill Pierre! Megan, you'd better have proof for what you're saying!"

Megan showed no trace of panic. Instead, she put on an expression of deep distress.

"Donovan, I may be your wife, but I am also a person with a conscience. I cannot turn a blind eye to your crimes, so don't blame me for doing this.

"Before justice and the law, I must uphold righteousness to bring justice for the deceased, even if it means exposing my own husband!"

Just then, Mr. Monroe, having received word, hurried over.

"I am Jamaal Monroe, the hospital director. What exactly is going on here? If you are deliberately causing trouble outside the operating room, I will have to call the police."

Megan spoke up before I could even get a word in. "Mr. Monroe, you came just in time. Donovan abused his position to intentionally cause a patient's death during surgery, so this hospital owes the family an explanation."

Mr. Monroe gave Megan a strange look. "If I recall correctly, you are Dr. Reese's daughter and Dr. Goodwin's wife, aren't you?"

Megan's expression stiffened for a moment.

"Yes, I am Donovan's wife. But that doesn't mean I can ignore my own conscience. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of my life."

Watching Megan standing there so self-righteously, I felt a sharp ache deep in my heart.

After she became my wife, I treasured her deeply and rarely said no to anything she wanted. Mom treated her as if she were her own daughter, too. Yet, in the end, all we got in return was a tragic fate.

Mr. Monroe looked puzzled by Megan's accusations.

"But Dr. Goodwin hasn't been in the operating room for days, and none of his surgeries have ever failed before."

"Didn't he just operate on Pierre today?" Megan immediately retorted sharply.

It was then that I spoke up calmly. "I didn't perform Pierre's surgery. In fact, I spent the entire day today in Mr. Monroe's office."

Mr. Monroe nodded, confirming that what I said was true.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Megan clearly hadn't expected this outcome and stood frozen in place for a long moment.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she shouted at me, "I've got it! You must've finished the surgery early, then rushed straight to Mr. Monroe's office so he could unknowingly provide you with a false alibi."

I had to admit, I was almost impressed by just how wild Megan's imagination really was.

Just then, a young nurse pushed through the crowd and pointed at me.

"I can prove that Dr. Goodwin was the one who killed Pierre," she shouted indignantly.

I would recognize that pretty but venomous face anywhere, even if she were reduced to ashes.

In my previous life, Sheila stood there with that innocent face of hers and twisted the truth in front of the media and police.

But in this life, I didn't even set foot in the operating room, so what made her think she could still come after me with these accusations?

Suppressing the hatred in my heart, I looked at her coldly and said, "Ms. Bell, I've never wronged you, so why are you trying to frame me?"

Sheila's eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion as she replied emphatically, "Dr. Goodwin, it's true we have no personal grudge, but I can't ignore what I swore to uphold as a nurse.

"I saw with my own eyes that you switched Pierre's medication, and that's what killed him on the operating table. As for the reason… You suspected Pierre of seducing your wife, so you took revenge!"

With that, she played the very video that had sealed my fate in my previous life.

In the footage, I was in a heated argument with Pierre, who was wearing a hospital gown. Both of our faces were flushed with anger.

At the end of the video, the line "Why aren't you dead yet?" echoed hollowly down the empty corridor.