Chapter 3
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On Jenny's private social media feed, she posted a post-coital photo of the two of them in bed.
I collapsed onto the floor in despair.
Reeling from the successive shocks, I picked up my phone and made a post.
"My mother is critically ill in her hospital bed, yet Dr. Liam Lambert is having an affair with his former student who was involved in his misconduct years ago."
The post quickly went viral.
I struck while the iron was hot and uploaded their compromising photos.
The entire internet was condemning Jenny, saying she should go to jail and calling her a mistress.
Liam finally called, and he immediately launched into a tirade. "Lucia, have you lost your mind? How dare you threaten Jenny? Let me ask you... do you still want your mother to live?!"
I gripped the phone tightly, my eyes red as I asked, "Feeling sympathetic? Then come and perform the surgery for my mom immediately."
There was a pause at the other end, followed by a disdainful, icy snort. "You made up such a poor excuse just to slander Jenny? I haven't received any surgery notification at all!"
The call abruptly ended, and a few minutes later, to my surprise, a highly liked comment appeared under my post.
Dr. Liam Lambert: [My wife, Lucia, suffers from a mental illness, and everything above is just her imagination. She made inappropriate remarks out of jealousy towards Dr. Jenny's youth and beauty.]
Dr. Liam Lambert: [As her husband, I apologize to everyone.]
Dr. Liam Lambert: [I will arrange for her to apologize to Miss Jenny in person and welcome everyone's supervision.]
Attached was proof of a mental illness diagnosis.
Instantly, my post was bombarded with comments.
A: [If you're sick, go see a doctor, don't come out and harm others!]
B: [It's her own fault if her mom dies, who told her to be jealous of young girls all the time, you old hag!]
C: [If she doesn't apologize, don't treat her mom's illness, otherwise it's too easy on her!]
Reading the insults in despair, I was left unable to defend myself.
Liam called, his voice icy. "Get to the third floor and apologize to Jenny immediately. Think about your mother before you dare refuse."
He dared to use my mother's life to threaten me!
With the dire situation in the operating room, I raced to the third floor.
As soon as I entered, countless live-streaming cameras were pointed at me, and I felt the weight of their judgmental stares.
Jenny sobbed, nestled in Liam's arms. "Mrs. Lambert, you've ruined me so badly..."
Suddenly, a barrage of slaps rained down on me, shredding my clothes. A sharp kick landed on the back of my knee.
"Apologize, you wretch!"
Nearly naked and exposed to everyone's gaze, blood seeped from the corner of my mouth.
Liam frowned, averting his gaze. He likely thought I was a disgrace.
But I couldn't worry about that. I humbly pleaded. "I can apologize, but my mother's condition has worsened, please..."
Before I could finish, Liam's expression darkened. "Lucia, enough! If you still want me to operate on your mother, then apologize by slapping yourself a hundred times in public! Do you truly want to see Jenny's future destroyed?"
The thought of my mother's weakening breath consumed me. I nearly bit through my lip, too weak to even clench my fists.
Just as I was about to give in, an urgent call from the doctor came through.
"Miss Lucia, your mother is about to pass away. If you come now, you might still see her one last time!"
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