Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

"But I saw her acting furtively, and her face turned red. I thought for sure that the woman had asked her to do something and had given her something in return. That's why she didn't want anyone to know. In reality, everyone does something like that.

"Since we weren't on the same shift, I didn't pay much attention to it. But as I was leaving, the head nurse and a doctor came looking for her. She hurriedly took something out of her pocket and stuffed it into her locker in the changing room. She was in a rush, so she didn't lock it properly. Those lockers had locks, and she had only secured one latch before rushing out." I felt like I was right there, seeing the nurse's anxious demeanor.

Maisy continued, "It was partly my fault. I was curious, and since everyone was gone, I quickly returned, opened her locker, and checked what she had put inside."

I thought to myself, curiosity could be fatal. I didn't know if she thought it was tragic. Maybe it was just fate.

"Sure enough, it was stacks of money. I was shocked. It was astonishing. You have to understand, back then, 4,000 dollars was a lot of money. I wondered what she had done to receive such a generous reward.

"I quickly put the money back, but there was something else inside. When I heard the sound, I knew it was the clinking of glass vials that contained medications. I couldn't resist taking them out and checking them. There were three of them. I looked at the names and was puzzled. Why had she put the medication in her pocket?

"At that time, we picked up medication from our patients every day. But after checking the names, I realized the medication in her pocket was not from our department. The bottles were brown, with labels in a foreign language. I made a mental note of the names, then quickly returned them, carefully closing the locker as it was before.

of the changing room, afraid she would find out that I knew her secret. Later, she asked me if I noticed her locker hadn't been locked properly the other day. I acted as if I didn't know anything, asking her what she meant. When she saw my reaction, she didn't say anything else, and just mentioned that she had forgotten

nodded. It seemed that Maisy had an attention to

coma, and her condition got worse each day. Her daughter, Beatrice, returned to take care of her. Once overheard Beatrice asking the doctor if it

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different medication."

suddenly looked at me dramatically and said, "It's strange. Right then, my heart started

with it?" I asked,

illness. I looked up the symptoms of using the medication, and they matched Helen's perfectly." I slapped the sofa. Even though

terrified. A human life was

to her mother's care. If necessary, she should find a dedicated caretaker for her mother. I was afraid that if it dragged on for too long, her mother might not survive." Maisy still appeared anxious when recalling

She kept asking me about it, and in the end, I had no choice but to tell her it