Regret Novel 37

The medical assistant, incensed by what Tricia and Director Fontaine had just said, lashed out at Charlotte. “Dr. Sterling, is this what you call Director Fontaine’s arrangement? As a doctor, you can’t even uphold your duty to your post–do you really think you deserve to wear that title?”

Tricia lowered her eyes, hiding a sly smile before feigning sympathy. “Come on, don’t be so harsh. Maybe Dr. Sterling really had something important to deal with–something so urgent she just had to miss the surgery.”

The assistant wasn’t buying it. “What could possibly be more important than saving

a life?”

Director Fontaine turned to Charlotte, face flushed with righteous indignation. “Dr. Sterling, this is unacceptable. I’ll be reporting today’s events to the chief of staff and the board. However they choose to handle it–that’s on you.”

Charlotte’s tightly clenched fists finally relaxed.

She bit her lip, then let out a cold, mirthless laugh. “What a convenient little performance you’ve put on.”

Director Fontaine exchanged a look with Tricia, his expression souring. “Charlotte, how long are you going to keep this up? Can’t you tell right from wrong?”

Charlotte turned to face him, her eyes cool and unreadable.

For a moment, facing her steady gaze, Director Fontaine felt a flicker of guilt–though he didn’t dare avert his eyes.

“I found it odd that you suddenly reassigned me to another department,” Charlotte said calmly. “So, just to be cautious, I recorded our conversation.”

drained of color. “You… you

off, unwilling to believe Charlotte would actually do such a thing. After all, last time

where is it? Threatening people with fake evidence isn’t

Fontaine, hearing Tricia’s skepticism, finally exhaled in

second, his relief

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phone. In the quiet of the staff lounge, every word from their office conversation rang out,

and your schedule’s been light lately. Is it really a problem

don’t have enough surgeons as it is, and

“That’s not your concern…”

The room fell silent.

face went pale, her hands clenched tight. Had she

face turned stony, his jaw rigid with anger and embarrassment. “Charlotte,

assignment, Director Fontaine.” She raised her eyes, voice cutting deep. “Word is, you’re hoping to be the next chief of staff. So you’re trying to curry favor with Mr. Howard by making things difficult for me, all for someone else’s sake–isn’t

the room knew

of her voice. “Dr. Sterling, that’s slander. I… I have nothing to

Fontaine’s dress shirt was

she overhear what I said to Director

their silence, Charlotte gave a soft

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