Chapter 454

Jennifer’s face went pale. “Okay, I’m coming out.”

The area outside the ICU downstairs was crowded. Several doctors spoke with the patient’s family, but a large man with a beer belly impatiently shoved them aside.

“Get the doctor who operated on my wife out here. I want her here right now!” he demanded.

Jennifer approached, saying seriously, “What do you want?”

Those doctors quickly stepped aside. “Dr. Nelson, you’re finally here.”

The man, Blake Adams, immediately locked eyes on Jennifer, his face twisted with anger. “You’re the one who put my wife in a coma, aren’t you?”

Facing this furious man, Jennifer suddenly thought of her father, Philip. As a child, he would look at her the same way right before he hit her. She clenched her trembling fingers, but they still shook badly. Forcing herself to stay calm, she said, “Brynn was already in critical condition when she arrived. She lost a lot of blood, but it wasn’t my fault.”

Before she could finish, Blake grabbed her by the collar.

“Not your fault? What kind of crap is that? My wife is bleeding out because of you, and now she’s dying. Do you even deserve to call yourself a doctor? People like you shouldn’t be in this profession!” he roared, spitting in Jennifer’s face.

He continued, “If anything happens to my wife, I swear I’ll kill you. Money won’t fix this.”

“I promise, your wife will wake up, but I’m telling you again, it’s not my fault,” Jennifer insisted, struggling to break free from Blake’s grip. With a few male doctors intervening, she managed to get away.

She went to the restroom and splashed water on her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away.

Out in the hallway, two young nurses stood with their backs to her, whispering.

“Dr. Nelson’s mistake today was huge, and the whole department is talking about it. Looks like she won’t be getting that department head position at the end of the year.”

“Didn’t you see it? Mr. Foster stormed out of Dr. Nelson’s office, absolutely furious. She should be glad if she doesn’t get demoted.”

Jennifer walked past the two nurses with a blank face. When they saw her, they both coughed awkwardly, stopped gossiping, and hurried back to work.

Jennifer returned to her office. A dead silence hung in the air—the kind where she could almost hear her own breathing, a stark contrast to the chaotic footsteps and arguments echoing from outside. Medical records and two potted plants sat on her desk.

Suddenly, she swept everything onto the floor. She lowered her head, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she broke down in silent sobs.

Just then, something occurred to her. She grabbed her phone from the couch and called Cheryl. Then she yelled, “This is all your fault! Why didn’t you text me back or pick up my calls? I almost thought you were dead!”

Cheryl was completely baffled. “Are you nuts? I’m perfectly fine. Why do you keep talking nonsense? Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

“You might as well have just died of heat stroke!” Jennifer snapped, all her anger pouring out at Cheryl.

“Hold on, what did you say? Why did you curse me? Hello?” Alone in a strange city, Cheryl hugged Serena tightly, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

She just couldn’t figure out what Donald liked about Jennifer, a woman with an unpredictable temper. Still sobbing, Cheryl called Donald, who was away on a work trip and hadn’t returned yet.