Said I didn't Love Him But I Lied

Loraine quickly reacted to the screaming and turned around instantly. She saw Mabel's pale face and it was as if her soul was no longer intact with her body. Her face turned livid with anger. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you to be gentle?"

"I can't be gentler." Everleigh took off her gloves and threw them into the recycling bin. Then, she pulled apart the curtains and went out.

Loraine caught up to Everleigh. "Stop right there. I haven't allowed you to leave!"

Everleigh continued to walk forward as if she didn't hear her. Her eyes fell on the commotion in the emergency room. A man with a flushed face was shouting, holding a knife in his hand. The people around were frightened and kept screaming. "Dr. Trevino," a panic-stricken voice came from beside her.

Everleigh calmly ordered, "Tell the security guards to evacuate the crowd first and then call the police."

"Okay, I'll call the security guards right away."

"Where is Dr. Meyer?" Everleigh asked.

"He was still there just now, but he disappeared in a heartbeat."

"Forget it. Don't bother about him." Everleigh frowned and looked around. "Call the security first and guard the door so that the patients outside won't come in."

"Okay."

After Jenny left, Everleigh approached the man with the knife slowly, while casually helping a pregnant woman who almost fell down at the side. "Be careful."

"You are all lousy doctors!" Obviously, the man, Paul, was intoxicated. No one knew where he came from. He was covered in mud and his face was scratched. His dark skin was also dripping with blood, which looked terrifying.

"You murdered my wife and child. All of you lousy doctors deserve to go to hell!"

Everleigh walked carefully around the edge of the hall to reach his front, trying to communicate with him. "Calm down. You can tell us what happened first. No matter what had happened, we can communicate with each other."

Paul immediately pointed the knife in her direction. As soon as he saw her in a white coat, his face fell. "You are a doctor of this hospital. Of course, you will speak for the hospital!"

Everleigh looked down at herself. She immediately took off her coat and threw it aside. She said calmly, "You drank too much. I am not a doctor. I'm just a passerby."

Paul was very drunk. His feet stumbled uncertainly and his vision was blurred. Everleigh threw her white coat away. He was in a trance for a while and he suddenly became puzzled. However, he was still holding the knife when facing her. "If you are not a doctor in this hospital, why do you speak for them?"

"I'm not speaking up for them, I'm speaking for you."

"Bullsh*t! This hospital killed my wife and child!"

Everleigh approached him without changing her expression and said in a calm tone, "If your wife and child were still alive, would they want to see you like this? Don't you have a mother to take care of at home? Your mother is already in her seventies, and she does not have good vision. Do you want to leave her alone with no one to take care of her?"

The surrounding crowd had been evacuated to a relatively safe distance by the security guards. Everyone held their breath attentively and stayed far away from them. After all, it was difficult to talk sense into a drunkard. At this time, only Everleigh and Paul were circling around the center of the emergency room.

After hearing the word "mother", Paul seemed to have sobered up a little. His hand, which was holding a knife, quivered. His dazed eyes were full of remorse and regret.

Everleigh approached him cautiously again. "Put down the knife and you can start over. You're young, and you are perfectly healthy. You can do anything to support your mother and yourself. If you hurt someone, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison. What's your mother going to do then?"

Paul seemed to be wavering as he mumbled 'Mom' over and over again.

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"Make way, make way!" Christopher's voice came from the left-hand side behind Everleigh. "Everleigh..."

Everleigh subconsciously turned around and shushed Christopher. She made a gesture of silence, telling him not to speak.

However, at that very moment, Paul suddenly thought of something. "How do you know that I still have a mother?"

Everleigh was shocked. While she was stunned, a light flashed in her eyes.

"Watch out!" Christopher's eyes were sharp and his actions were fast. The knife passed by Everleigh in a second, and she was immediately pulled behind Christopher. Everleigh only heard a muffled hum above her head, which was drowned out by the screams of the crowd.

"Let me go!"

When she came back to her senses, Paul had caught a girl in his hand. He put a hand on her shoulder and the knife against her neck.

The girl was Loraine, who had caused trouble in the Emergency Department just now.

Christopher immediately let go of Everleigh in his arms and growled at Paul. "Don't do it. She's still a child! She's innocent!"

"Who is innocent?" Paul's eyes were red as if he had climbed out of hell. He was full of malice against the world. "Who isn't innocent here? I was honest all my life. Weren't my wife and daughter innocent? They died on the operating bed of your hospital!"

Paul's voice grew louder as he spoke, and the knife that was pressed against Loraine's neck struck deeper and deeper. Loraine's face was extremely pale and she did not dare to move at all.

"He's already mad." Everleigh pulled Christopher over and immediately gestured at him. "Old plan."

Christopher frowned. He didn't want Everleigh to take the risk, but at that moment, there was no other way except for the old way. If they didn't do anything, Loraine would die from excessive bleeding in her carotid artery before the police arrived.

"Be careful."

"You too." After nodding, Everleigh immediately turned around and passed through the crowd, walking around the crowd to creep up on Paul's back.

She and Christopher had been partners for a long time. They had undergone countless surgeries together and experienced all types of tragedies in the hospital. They had long been accustomed to such situations.

They had planned a set of emergency responses that had been discussed a long time ago.

At this time, Christopher touched his right arm with his left hand and then put down his hands quietly again. He looked calmly at Paul and Loraine, who was only four or five meters away from him. "If you really do it, you will go to jail. No one will take care of your mother. Even if she dies at home, no one will know. Could you live up to her?"

"This... You forced me into this situation!" Paul had obviously lost his mind. He had a crazy look on his face and was not willing to care about any family affection at all.

"What if I told you that your wife and daughter died on the operating bed because your mother insisted on refusing to let her carry out a C-section?" Paul's expression changed.

Christopher looked coldly at Paul, and his cynical eyes were now filled with a doctor's numb and indifferent look. He casually spat out a medical record from his memory.

"Flora White, born in 1983. Five years ago, she was sent to the emergency room and had a premature delivery. The hospital tried their best to save her. The doctor suggested that she should have a cesarean section, but your mother refused to sign it. The attending surgeon was willing to take the responsibility and carry on with the surgery, but your mother rushed into the operating room and tried to take her away. In the end, the surgery was held up and two lives were lost."