I hadn’t been ready. My elbow hit the ground hard, sharp pain shooting up my arm.
I met her eyes, cold. “When I got here, he was already like this.”
“You’re lying!” Amelia broke down, clutching Max and sobbing. “Elara, I never thought you could be so heartless! How can someone like you call yourself a doctor!”
“Let the police handle it,” I said flatly.
I asked a nearby nurse to call them. She gave me a complicated look but dialed anyway.
Someone spoke up gently, “Mia, maybe you should still let Elara check him first…”
“And let her near him?” Amelia snapped. “After what she did? Who knows what else she might do under the cover of ‘treatment“?”
I stood up, brushing off my clothes. “Call an ambulance,” I said, then turned and walked away without another word.
I grabbed my bag from the office. On my way out, I passed the nurses‘ station.
“.. You don’t think she really did it, do you?”
“Who knows? It gives me chills. If she’s capable of that, I don’t wanna work with her.”
“And that day at the restaurant… She came with Mr. Grayson. Plus what the kid said this morning… Maybe she really is the other woman.”
“No way!”
A nurse who’d always been kind to me cut in, “Elara’s not like that. Stop making things up.”
“If you’re so sure, why don’t you go ask her yourself?” someone mocked.
The young nurse sighed and turned to leave–only to run right into me at the corner.
I gave her shoulder a light pat. “I’ve got things to do. I’m heading out.”
“Elara..” she called after me, hesitant. “Are you just going to let them talk about you like that?”
I pressed my lips together. “The police will handle the truth. I can’t control what people say–their mouths are their own. Let them talk.”
I’ve never been one to prove my innocence, Explaining too much just drains your energy–and mine is too precious to waste on pointless drama.
By the time I got to Windsor Group, Elias had already ordered food. I managed to grab a quick lunch between tasks.
He’d already heard what happened, “So…. what’s the story?”
“It wasn’t me,”
“…That’s not what I meant,” he said, handing me a pair of chopsticks. “I know you. I know the kind of person you are.”
He paused. “I’m asking–could you tell whether the kid fell, or if someone pushed him?”
“Someone else did it,” I said between bites. “If he’d just fallen, the injury wouldn’t have been that bad.”
There’s a difference between an accident and intentional harm. I could tell.
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“I see,” Elias nodded slowly. “Don’t overthink it. Let the police handle it.”
“Mm.”
It’s not like it was weighing on me anyway.
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