Chapter 4

Hearing the commotion outside, plenty of people stepped out of their rooms to sneak a look.

My mother's back hit the wall, her face frighteningly white.

My father held her up, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed.

“Evan, you lay one finger on her and see what happens.”

Evan's bluster shrank for a beat, then he forced himself to speak again.

“Louise was emotionally unstable after she got pregnant.”

“She was always suspicious about me and Charlotte, but there was nothing between us.”

“She's gone now, and I can't accept it either. Mom, Dad, I'm hurting too.”

My father took out his phone.

“Don't call me Dad! It makes me sick!”

“She suspected you? Just listen to what came out of your own mouth.”

He opened a recording I'd sent him before I died.

My weak voice came out of the speaker.

“Evan, my stomach hurts, it doesn't feel right. Can we take a car to the hospital?”

His voice was impatient.

“A car this early costs a fortune. Charlotte says it's false contractions. Stop scaring yourself.”

I was crying as I asked,

“Then can you come home and stay with me?”

Evan's voice softened.

“I'm over at Charlotte's. She's on the night shift and her stomach's bothering her.”

“You just rest at home. I'll bring you something to eat later.”

The recording stopped.

The hallway went horribly quiet.

My mother clapped a hand over her mouth and slid all the way to the floor.

“My daughter was in pain all night, and you were off eating porridge with another woman.”

Evan's face went ashen.

“I didn't know it would turn out like this.”

My father hurled the phone at him.

“You didn't know? You didn't want to know!”

The phone struck Evan and he staggered, dropping down onto the floor.

My father's fists clenched, his whole body shaking.

I knew it. He couldn't hold back the urge to hit him.

Luckily the doctor came over with the medical file and stopped him.

“Sir, we found one more thing.”

“Louise's high-risk flag from three weeks ago was altered by someone.”

Charlotte's head snapped up.

“Don't go making things up!”

The doctor looked at her coldly.

“The system logs show the account that made the change was your staff login.”

Evan turned to Charlotte.

“Charlotte?”

Tears dropped from Charlotte's eyes at once.

“I was only trying to save her money.”

“She said she didn't want to be admitted, so I......”

I drifted right up in front of her.

I wanted to tear that mouth apart.

When did I ever say I didn't want to be admitted?

It was Evan who said, “One day in here costs me two weeks of gas money.”

It was her who said, “Pregnant women can't be so delicate.”

My father suddenly let out a laugh.

That laugh was hoarse enough to scare you.

“Fine.”

“The file, the recording, the security footage. Don't think a single one of them is getting left out.”

But Evan grabbed at it like his last straw.

“I'm going to expose this hospital!”

“My wife and child are dead, and they still want to fake records to dodge the blame.”

Charlotte immediately grabbed his arm.

“Evan, don't do anything rash.”

A flicker of calculation crossed her eyes. Only I saw it.

As long as the public turned on the hospital first, she'd have a chance to cut herself loose.

Evan opened his phone, his eyes reddening at the camera.

“I'm Louise's husband.”

“My wife and my child died in this hospital.”

“All I want is justice.”

I stood in front of him, watching coldly.

Evan, you want justice?

Then I'll let everyone see whether you even deserve to say that word.