Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Chapter8

We were standing almost 65 feet apart.

But I could clearly see his tightly clenched jaw.

As if he was about to grit his teeth into pieces.

His sinister face and indifferent expression could no longer overlap with the boy in my memory.

After I finished speaking, the silence of the scene was instantly shattered.

The reporters rushed towards Jake more and more violently.

Even the hospital security guards couldn't stop them.

Everyone crowded in front of Jake, questioning him one after another.

They asked if it was because of his affair that he ignored his wife and child.

They asked if it was because of his affair that he wanted to take advantage of this car accident to kill someone.

Under the barrage of questions, Jake's face turned pale.

His lips were tightly pursed The situation had gone beyond his control.

He never thought that our family conflict would escalate to this point.

His eyes darted around for a while, and he finally said with a trembling voice:

"I've already said, I wasn't at the hospital because I was going to save someone. That patient had a very serious mental illness! She called me and said she was going to slit her wrists. As an ER doctor, how could I just stand by and do nothing?" "I was just fulfilling my responsibilities and obligations as a doctor!"

"How can this be related to me and an affair? There are so many female patients in the hospital every day, are they all having affairs with doctors?"

"There's no evidence for what Jessica said, this is pure slander! I can contact the patient now and ask her to explain for me. I've been counseling her for a long time, and her mood has just stabilized."

After saying this, he started calling Emily.

To make the reporters believe him, he even turned on the speakerphone.

His voice was recorded into the cameras through the microphone.

I curled my lips slightly and said:

"Who said I don't have evidence?"

"I've already posted the evidence online. You can check it on your phones, it's in the comment section below the video."

I wasn't lying.

Before I left the ward, I did receive a photo from Emily.

In the photo, two people were lying in bed, their hands intertwined.

The scar on Jake's finger from a previous surgery, a symbol of his identity, was also clearly visible.

Perhaps Emily herself didn't expect that her blatant showing off to me would be the last straw that broke Jake's back.

The moment I received her photo, I read it and immediately forwarded it online.

After so long, the whole internet should have seen the photo by n o W.

Upon hearing my words, the reporters took out their phones and opened the comment section.

After they had all verified my words, the call that Jake had just made had not yet been answered. His eyes went from initial firmness to evasion.

Then to unwillingness and resentment.

In just ten minutes, he could almost imagine his career being ruined.

But his love for Emily made him instinctively rule out all suspicion of her.

Jake only thought that she was busy, so she didn't have time to answer.

He stubbornly and unbelievingly called dozens more times.

But the only response he heard was the same automated message.

He called for half an hour, and the reporters on the scene waited for him for half an hour.

Even the hospital director in the distance felt his heart in his throat.

Waiting for his explanation.

Mr. Larson's lips were tightly pursed with nervousness.