Chapter 3

I looked coldly at this group of people with Dylan at their center.

In my previous life, it was exactly this kind of treatment that drove me to end my life with a scalpel.

Instead, it had only benefited Victoria and Dylan.

Given a second chance at life, I would take back everything that belonged to me.

I turned and left in silence, not returning to the home I shared with Victoria.

Instead, I went back to the apartment I had bought for myself before marriage.

I couldn't figure out where things had gone wrong.

But I was certain of one thing—this had something to do with Dylan.

Even if he were a so-called medical genius, he couldn't possibly come up with such detailed emergency protocols without sufficient practical experience.

More importantly, every time he stole the spotlight, my body would suddenly stop obeying me.

What had Dylan done to me?

At that thought, a name suddenly flashed through my mind.

Yes! Him. I could tell him what was happening to me—maybe he would know how to solve it.

I quickly found his phone number and called him.

He answered almost immediately. I explained in detail the strange occurrences with my body and Dylan's suspicious behavior.

After a moment of contemplation, he said he would have an answer for me in three days.

He told me to avoid contact with Dylan as much as possible during those three days.

With his assurance, I felt much more at ease.

I immediately requested a week off from the hospital.

I had thought I could relax for a few days.

But while I was avoiding Dylan, he had no intention of letting me go.

On the morning of my third day off, Victoria suddenly called me.

Her tone was extremely unfriendly as she interrogated me.

"Bennett, why didn't you tell me you were taking time off?"

I had no patience for her anymore.

"What does my taking time off have to do with you?"

Victoria paused on the other end.

But only for a moment. Then she commanded me irritably.

"Never mind that. Get to the hospital right now."

I laughed coldly.

"I'm on vacation. If you need something, find someone else."

I hung up decisively and turned off my phone.

I lay back down in bed, about to fall asleep again.

Suddenly, someone started pounding on my door.

They were also shouting my name.

I looked through the peephole—it was Victoria and Dylan.

Not wanting them to disturb my neighbors, I opened the door in annoyance.

"Victoria, what do you want?"

Seeing me open the door, she grabbed my arm without a word and tried to drag me out.

I shook her off forcefully.

"Are you insane? Say whatever you need to say here, or I'm calling the police."

Victoria's face turned ashen.

"Come back to the hospital with me right now. There's a surgery today that you have to perform."

I looked at her entitled attitude and laughed mockingly.

"Isn't Dylan the medical genius? Can't he just do it? Why do you need me?"

Victoria's face showed nothing but impatience.

"Bennett, I'm giving you one last chance. Are you coming back to the hospital with me or not?"

"No!"

I refused coldly and decisively.

She laughed coldly in anger.

"You're forcing my hand."

Then she shoved her phone in my face.

A video was playing on the screen.

In the video, a woman was trying to press an envelope of cash into my hands, which I refused. The next second, she was crying and kneeling in front of me, begging desperately.

I remembered this incident. The woman's son had suffered a sudden stroke, and I had treated him.

After the surgery, the woman tried to give me money privately to thank me for saving her son's life. When I refused, she immediately knelt in front of me, crying and pleading.

I looked at Victoria in confusion.

"Why are you showing me this?"

Victoria's lips curved into a provocative smile.

"Don't rush. Keep watching."

The recorded video ended, and the woman who had been kneeling before me appeared on camera.

Dressed in shabby clothes, she tearfully accused me in front of the camera.

"It was this Dr. Bennett who caused my son to become paralyzed."

"At the time, he refused to operate on my son because he thought the money I offered him privately wasn't enough, and we missed the optimal treatment window."

"But I really couldn't come up with more money. It's my fault for being useless and harming my son."

The video ended there. Victoria threatened me with a cold laugh.

"If you don't obediently come back with me today, I'll post this online and completely destroy your reputation!"

I looked at Victoria in disbelief.

I never imagined she would frame me like this for Dylan's sake.

"Fine. I'll go back with you."

Since you want me back so badly, I'll grant your wish—just don't regret it later.