She Could Save Thousands, But Not Her Own Daughters

Back when I founded this private hospital, it was all to help Irene become the top cardiologist in the country.

I poured in the most investment, the most publicity.

Now, she truly was our hospital’s chief physician—everyone fawned over her. And her most favored protégé, Henry, had ridden that wave to success right alongside her.

Yet I, the hospital’s largest shareholder, had become the one they trample underfoot.

Maybe it was because they all thought I was hopelessly in love with Irene. That this hospital only became what it was today because of her. That I wouldn’t dare make her angry. That both I and the hospital couldn’t afford to lose her.

They forgot— it was my hospital that made her who she was. Without her, I could still raise countless top-tier specialists.

Henry had replied to every supportive comment with a smiling cat emoji and to Irene, he sent a kissing sticker.

The doorbell rang. It was a courier.

The delivery guy handed me a signed divorce agreement and a bag.

I asked, “What’s this?”

He stammered, “A guy asked me to give this to you. He said you’re old, got erectile dysfunction and keep picking fights 'cause you're bitter. He said he’s generous enough to not take it personally. He’s helping you please your wife, so you don’t have to thank him.”

Inside the bag were lubricant and a box of Viagra.

I calmly told the courier to throw away the things Henry had sent to provoke me. Then I closed the door.

I took out the divorce agreement and carefully signed my name.

My phone buzzed a few times—it was a message from the hospital’s HR director.

[Mr. Carter, maybe you should reconsider? It’s one thing to deal with others, but how can you send Miss Wells and Henry to Africa?]

[I understand you're grieving the loss of your children and upset with Miss Wells, but please don’t let personal grudges interfere with work. These dirty tactics won’t just ruin two brilliant doctors—they’ll cost countless patients their lives.]

I replied flatly. [You make a good point. I forgot to deal with you. You’re fired. A third-party firm will be taking over your role.]

Right after that, I called the external management company and gave direct orders.

“Take full control of HR and logistics at my hospital. Anyone who speaks up for Irene or Henry, send them all to Africa.”

“If they refuse to go, have them repay their training and development costs in full.”

I gently caressed the urns holding my children’s ashes, speaking each word with steady resolve.

All those doctors supporting Henry in the comment section were once underprivileged students whom I personally funded with real money.

It was I who gave them the opportunity to study abroad and become what they are today.

And yet now, one by one, they only knew how to flatter Irene and Henry. They’d completely forgotten who it was that nurtured them into the skilled doctors they became.

No wonder they all trailed after Irene without question. Every single one of them were blind, ungrateful wolves. And wolves like that made lousy doctors.

They had to suffer more hardships to learn what compassion in medicine really meant.

After hanging up, I noticed Irene had called me over a dozen times.

In the end—probably driven by fury— she even resent a friend request.

The message she attached. [Pick up the phone.]

Just then, a new call came in.

I answered.

The moment I answered, her furious voice exploded through the phone.

“Are you insane? I’m about to be evaluated for a senior title and Henry is about to be made permanent, but you actually reported us to be transferred to the African branch?”

“Leo, I know you’re grieving over the children, but that was fate!”

“Our kids were born with a condition—even a god couldn’t have saved them. It was written in their destiny that they wouldn’t live long. It wasn’t me and it damn sure wasn’t Henry who killed them!”

“I’ve told you this a thousand times, but you insist on targeting Henry over and over. I stopped you from checking the surveillance footage because I didn’t want you to lose your mind again! I never imagined you’d start slandering Henry with disgusting rumors—let alone abuse your power to send him to Africa!”