The Intern Nurse is a Double-faced Beauty

The department head pounded the desk, making it shake. “Enough!”

“I was ready to overlook this, especially since Yolanda went to bat for you, but how dare you be so confrontational in front of me!”

“You have no sense of professional ethics and are unfit to practice medicine! I’m reporting you to the dean and recommending your dismissal!”

I responded calmly, “I believe you’ve forgotten that the entire surgery was recorded.”

“The truth will be clear once we review the footage.”

The head’s face faltered, his eyes shifting to Yolanda, who suddenly looked alarmed and distressed.

She subtly tugged at Vincent’s sleeve, giving him a knowing glance. Then, her eyes filled with tears, and they began to fall one by one.

With a heart-wrenching sob, she pointed at me, her voice quivering with feigned grief. “Wendy, I know you’ve never liked me. From the start of my internship, you’ve been out to get me.”

“Now you’re trying to destroy me. Is that what you want? To drive me to my breaking point?”

“Fine, if it’ll make you happy, I’ll prove my innocence by… by ending it all…”

She buried her face in her hands, her cries echoing as she stormed out, attracting the attention of everyone in the hospital.

“Yolanda!”

The head leaped up to follow her, but as he passed me, he raised his hand, ready to strike. “You heartless woman! Look at what you’ve done to Yolanda!”

“Go and beg her to forgive you, right now!”

I grabbed his hand as he swung at me and threw it off forcefully, locking eyes with him.

My intense gaze seemed to shake him, and he, clearly unnerved, backed off and rushed out in a hurry.

I smirked and paused the recording on my phone.

Yolanda's performance was too good to be seen by just me.

The footage from the operating room was bait. Anyone with a grudge would definitely take it.

In my past life, I vowed not to let anyone who falsely accused or wronged me go unpunished. This time, I would make sure of it.

When I reached the rooftop, it was already packed with onlookers.

Yolanda clung to the railing, looking as if she might tie herself to it.

Despite the crowd’s pleas, she remained silent, her tears making her look heartbreakingly innocent.

I scanned the crowd and, as I expected, didn’t see Vincent.

He was probably busy dealing with the footage.

I couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Just like last time, Yolanda’s stunt was meant to draw attention and force Vincent into deleting the critical evidence.

Her life was her leverage, used to manipulate me into confessing guilt publicly. Even if

I tried to explain later that my confession was just to save her, with the evidence destroyed and Vincent’s testimony against me, there would be no way to defend myself.

As soon as I stepped onto the rooftop, the drama that had been meticulously staged for me began.

Yolanda’s sobs grew even more frantic.

“Wendy, why are you doing this to me?” she cried. “Waa… If it’s what you want, I’ll do it. I’ll jump! Is that what you want?”

The unfounded accusations suddenly put me in the spotlight.

Here was a tearful damsel in distress, while I stood there with my arms crossed, looking cold and indifferent.

Naturally, I was cast as the villain, the one who drove her to the brink.

Especially since Yolanda had already spread her version of the story before I even got to the department head’s office.

Almost everyone was convinced that I had bullied an intern, made critical mistakes during surgery that nearly led to a major medical disaster, and then shifted all the blame onto Yolanda.

Now, I was accused of using my authority to force her to jump from the roof.

The department head was pale with fear, desperately trying to calm Yolanda down.

He even suggested that I should kneel and beg for her forgiveness, admitting to all the “crimes” I supposedly committed.

If I didn't comply, it was as if I was directly pushing her towards death.

With everyone watching, I couldn’t just let her jump.

That would be illegal.

So, I put on a face of concern and urgency, trying to talk her down.

“Yolanda, come down! I promise I’ll take the blame for you!”

“I admit I left the gauze in the patient, and it almost killed them. It has nothing to do with you. The patient being in the ICU isn’t your fault!”

“I’ve admitted to everything. Please, just don’t jump…”

It was all an act, just another scene in this twisted play.

I stepped closer, pretending to care while she flailed her arms, shouting that I was forcing her to her death.

As soon as I saw the opportunity, I grabbed her hand tightly.

“Yolanda!”

I heard Vincent’s pained and trembling voice from behind.

As if desperately trying to hold onto her, I made it look like I was trying to prevent Yolanda from falling.

In reality, I gave her a hard shove and whispered in her ear, “If you really want to jump, then go ahead.”