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Chapter 783:
Alycia looked at him, her voice dropping to something close to pleading. “Please. I have worked here for three years. I dedicated myself to this hospital. You cannot do this p>
The president turned his head away in disgust, refusing to look at her. “Get her out of my sight p>
The guards took her by the arms and walked her out of the conference room. The hallway was lined with doctors and nurses who had come to watch, their faces carrying a uniform expression of contempt. Alycia kept her head down, her cheeks burning, as they led her down to the basement.
A tattered cardboard box landed at her feet. “Hurry up,” one of the guards said. “We don’t have all day p>
Her hands trembled as she cleared her locker—her stethoscope, her fountain pens, her medical textbooks. When she reached for her white coat, the one with her name embroidered in gold thread above the breast pocket, tears finally spilled down her cheeks. It was the last thing she had. The last symbol of who she had been.
D𝗼𝘸ոload𝗮𝘣𝘭𝖾 P𝖣𝘍𝘴 o𝗇
The guard snatched it from her hands and dropped it into a nearby trash can. “People like you don’t deserve to wear this,” he said.
Alycia said nothing. She lifted the cardboard box and followed the guards back up to the main lobby, her hair falling forward over her face, praying she wouldn’t see anyone she knew.
But fate had one final cruelty in reserve. As she crossed the lobby, a middle-aged man turned around. His eyes found hers, and his face twisted with rage. He was the son of the elderly woman who had nearly died from the contaminated IV bag the night before.
And he was walking directly toward her.
The middle-aged man charged across the hospital lobby like an enraged bull, cutting off Alycia’s escape. She stumbled backward, the cardboard box slipping in her arms, and recognized him instantly. Robert Henderson—the son of the woman she had tried to kill the night before.
“You poisonous bitch!” he screamed, pointing a finger directly in her face. His voice carried through the entire lobby, and every person in the room stopped and turned. “You tried to kill my mother! You tried to murder an innocent old woman just to settle a score p>
Alycia’s face drained of color. “It was a mistake!” she babbled, backing away frantically. “The nurse mixed up the bags! It wasn’t me! I swear it wasn’t me p>
Henderson didn’t listen. He drew back and slapped her across the face with everything he had. The crack of the impact rang through the silent lobby. Alycia went down, the cardboard box flying from her arms, her stethoscope skittering across the marble floor and coming to rest at the feet of a cluster of staring interns.
Before she could rise, Henderson grabbed a cup of hot coffee from a nearby vending machine and threw it directly in her face. The scalding liquid poured down her cheeks and neck, soaking through her silk blouse. Alycia screamed, clawing at her burning skin, as the crowd around her erupted in jeers.