Chapter 4

The next day, I went to the lab department as usual.

The first thing I did when I entered the office was export all the transfer records I'd made to Ethan over the years.

Including the expenses I'd covered when his father was hospitalized.

And the chat records showing he'd been managing my mom's medical files.

I uploaded them all to the cloud, one by one.

Ethan sent me a message.

"Don't make this bigger. Let's talk tonight when you get home."

I didn't reply.

At ten in the morning, Tara came to the lab window.

She handed me a blood test order.

"Sophia, I'm pregnant. Can you expedite it for me?"

The office instantly went quiet.

I followed protocol and said, "Register, pay, and wait in line."

Tara's eyes reddened.

"Are you still mad at me?"

I pushed the order back.

"This is a hospital, not your living room."

She bit her lip and left.

To avoid any conflict of interest, I personally handed the sample to a colleague for processing and recorded everything.

At noon, the results came out.

She wasn't pregnant at all!

Tara looked at the results and her face changed completely.

Half an hour later, word came from the ER.

Tara had abdominal pain and bleeding between her legs—suspected miscarriage.

Tara appeared, supported by a nurse.

Her face was pale, her hand covering her stomach.

"Sophia, you can hate me. But the baby is innocent."

My colleagues looked at me differently.

The director came over too.

"Sophia, suspend your work for now and cooperate with the investigation."

I said, "Check the surveillance and the records."

Ethan interrupted me.

"Tara miscarried because she was traumatized."

I looked at him:

"How can someone who isn't pregnant have a miscarriage?"

Tara cried, trembling.

Ethan threw a stack of documents in front of me.

The papers scattered.

They were notices about my mom's dialysis deposit and bed adjustment applications.

He looked at me coldly.

"Kneel and apologize to Tara right now. I'll make sure your mom can use the machine tonight."

Everyone in the department was watching me.

My professional reputation.

My mom's life.

My eight years of devotion.

He compressed it all into one apology.

I bent down to pick up the documents.

At the bottom was a test order from another hospital.

Tara had it done last week.

It stated:

No evidence of pregnancy.

I looked up at him.

His face finally showed panic.

Tara screamed, "That's not mine!"

The next second, the director's office door was pushed open.

Someone from the hospital's disciplinary office stood in the doorway.

"Sophia Walker, regarding your suspected tampering with lab reports, please immediately accept suspension pending investigation."