The Intern Nurse's Voice From the Smart Speaker

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The department's welcome dinner was held at a high-end seafood restaurant.

Milo Rhodes, as my "plus-one," had shamelessly tagged along.

The official reason was to thank everyone for taking care of me, but it was painfully obvious who he was really there to see.

Inside the private room, everyone was toasting and drinking.

Yara Blanche had deliberately switched seats to sit directly across from Milo Rhodes.

Milo Rhodes peeled a shrimp for me while saying affectionately, "Jeannie is always so busy with work. Thank you all for your patience with her."

My colleagues chimed in with praise, "Director Forrest, you're so lucky! Your husband is so thoughtful."

I accepted the shrimp with a smile, but my gaze swept coldly under the table.

Yara Blanche had slipped off her high heels, and one of her feet, clad in black stockings, was tracing its way up Milo Rhodes's calf.

Milo Rhodes's body stiffened for a moment, then a look of secret excitement flickered across his face.

While fending off toasts from colleagues, he spread his legs under the table and clamped down on that mischievous foot.

The two of them, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, were playing this sordid game under the cover of the tablecloth.

I was simply disgusted.

I aimed the sharp, slender heel of my right shoe at the top of Milo Rhodes's foot and stomped down. Hard.

Then I ground it in for good measure.

"AHH—!"

Milo Rhodes let out a bloodcurdling scream and shot up from his chair, his face instantly turning beet-red.

The private room fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared at him in surprise.

"What's wrong, honey?" I looked at him innocently. "Is your gout acting up?"

Milo Rhodes was breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he didn't dare tell the truth.

He could hardly admit that his wife had stomped on his foot because he was having a clandestine affair under the table.

"N-nothing, just a leg cramp." He sat back down through gritted teeth, his hands still trembling.

Across the table, Yara Blanche's eyes grew red with worry, and she almost reached out to steady him.

I watched the scene unfold impassively, sneering inwardly.

'This is just the beginning.'

As the dinner wound down, everyone started playing Truth or Dare.

Yara Blanche lost a round.

Someone heckled, "Yara, tell us about your most memorable 'first time.' Where was it?"

For a gathering of adults, a question like that wasn't too over the top.

Yara Blanche, having had a little to drink, looked toward Milo Rhodes with flushed cheeks and a hazy gaze.

"Right in front of a floor-to-ceiling window." She bit her lip, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"The view was amazing. It felt like the whole city was at our feet. The experience... was fantastic."

Milo Rhodes understood the hint. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes grew hot.

Our colleagues let out a chorus of suggestive jeers.

I raised my wine glass, swirled it gently, and interjected coldly,

"Is that so? You should be careful, then. Some of those floor-to-ceiling windows are poor quality. You wouldn't want to fall out and plunge to your death."

Yara Blanche's face paled, her smile freezing on her lips.

She shot me a guilty glance, only to find me looking down at my phone, as if I had just spoken casually.

A moment later, Yara Blanche made an excuse to go to the restroom.

Less than two minutes later, Milo Rhodes also clutched his stomach, claimed he felt unwell, and followed her out.

I put down my glass, grabbed the recording pen from my purse, and followed them silently.

A sign hung on the men's restroom door: "Under Maintenance."

I stood outside the door, listening to the sound of suppressed flirting from within.

"Honey, did that old hag hurt you when she stepped on you? Let me see."

"Hiss... Be gentle. That woman is crazy today. She's surprisingly strong."

"Hmph, she's just jealous that I'm young and beautiful. And you, honestly, when are you going to divorce her?"

"Soon, soon. It won't be long now. I'll make sure she leaves with nothing."

This was followed by a sickeningly wet, squelching sound.

Leaning against the wall, I pressed the stop button on my recording pen.

'So he doesn't just want to cheat, he wants to steal my money, too.'

'Milo Rhodes, your scheming is so loud I could hear it from the next city over.'