Chapter 3

Holding back my anger, I called him back.

The moment he answered, the butler's impatient voice came through.

"What else do you have to say? Just figure out how to charter a plane and get here!"

"No need to fly anymore." My tone was cold. "If you want to know why I didn't board, go ask the flight attendant on Mr. Thompson's flight."

With that, I hung up directly.

I opened my mobile banking, found the three-million-dollar deposit the Thompson family had sent earlier, and transferred it straight back.

The note only had four words: Find someone else.

Three million was a fortune to others. To me, it couldn't buy back the humiliation I suffered today.

After doing all this, I blocked all the Thompson family's contact information, completely cutting ties with them.

Looking at the crushed special medicine powder all over the floor, I laughed coldly.

Thompson, I won't be responsible for your life anymore.

I hailed a taxi and went straight back to the hospital.

The moment I sat down in my office, my phone vibrated frantically again.

I pressed answer, and Director Tony's roar came through.

"Mary! What the hell are you doing!"

"The Thompson family called me directly! They said you caused trouble at the airport and tried to assault Mr. Thompson!"

"Their flight attendant had no choice but to remove you from the plane to protect Mr. Thompson. Not only do you not repent, you dared to refund their deposit?"

I froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing when I realized.

The flight attendant's ability to twist the truth was truly first-rate.

To shirk responsibility for the overbooked flight, she could even fabricate such lies.

Even more ridiculous was that the Thompson family believed this nonsense without even checking.

"Old Mr. Thompson has spoken. You will immediately get to Houston to apologize to Mr. Thompson and arrange the surgery!"

"If you dare not go, I'll fire you immediately!"

I ignored the shouting on the phone, took out a blank sheet of paper, and quickly wrote a resignation letter.

Then I went upstairs and pushed open the director's office door.

Director Tony was holding his phone. He froze when he saw me enter.

"Smack!"

I slammed the resignation letter heavily on his desk.

"No need to fire me. I quit."

Director Tony looked at the resignation letter on the desk, eyes wide. "Are you crazy? You think resigning will help you escape?"

I placed both hands on the desk, looking down at him from above.

"Director, I've been too tired lately. I'm planning to take a long vacation out of town."

"My medical license—if the Thompson family can revoke it, let them try. As for them wanting to blacklist me, let them."

With that, I turned and walked away.

"Stop!"

"Get back here!"

Director Tony raged impotently behind me.

But I didn't look back. I walked straight out of the office.

Calculating the time, it was about right.

Thompson's terminal illness was being kept alive by my specially prepared medicine.

Now that the medicine was gone, it was time for the illness to flare up.