Chapter 140

The syringe glinted coldly in the sunlight.

Annabelle Taylor pressed the needle against her carotid artery, her fingers trembling slightly. "Take one more step, and I'll inject myself!"

Evelyn Carter stopped in her tracks.

The corner of her lips curled. "Be my guest."

"If I die here, your hospital's reputation will be ruined!"

"Miss Taylor," Evelyn's voice was eerily calm, "are you sure you want to escalate this?"

"Absolutely! If I'm miserable, you won't get off easy either!"

"Fine."

Annabelle faltered at her composure. "...What are you planning?"

"Olivia."

Olivia Lightfoot, standing nearby, immediately understood. She turned and hurried into the hospital building.

Within three minutes, she returned pushing an office chair, a manila folder in hand.

Evelyn took the folder and flipped through it leisurely. "Go ahead. List my scandals. One by one."

"What is that?" Annabelle eyed the documents warily.

"Medical records." Evelyn looked up. "Care to see?"

Annabelle suddenly burst into loud sobs. "Everyone, look at this! This is the kind of doctor Central Hospital employs! She seduces married men and still acts so brazen! And I'm pregnant..."

The crowd began to murmur.

Whispers rippled through the onlookers.

The elderly dean, supported by several doctors, sat on a flowerbed ledge, stomping his feet in distress. "What do we do... She's pregnant..."

Olivia placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Dean. Dr. Carter has it under control."

Gregory Wilson moved through the crowd and positioned himself two meters behind Evelyn.

Seeing public opinion sway in her favor, Annabelle's voice grew shriller. "Dr. Carter! As head of OB-GYN, do you even know what shame is?!"

Evelyn continued flipping through the records expressionlessly.

"All you expectant mothers, keep an eye on your husbands! Women like her prey on pregnant women!"

The file reached its last page.

Evelyn snapped it shut with a crisp thwack.

"Finished?"

"You owe me an explanation! Why did you seduce my husband?!"

Sunlight cast a soft halo over Evelyn's white coat.

She let out a light chuckle. "Miss Taylor, you're a lawyer. In court, the burden of proof lies with the accuser—you claim I seduced your husband. Where's your evidence?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"So you have no proof." Evelyn's gaze turned icy. "But that's alright. I do."

She raised the manila folder.

The crowd fell silent.