In just a matter of minutes, the friends and families of the other victims turned on Mr. Atticus, demanding answers. Once a respected and celebrated figure, he had now become a pariah.

Mr. Atticus was in disarray, struggling to stay on his feet. He couldn't fathom how things had gone so wrong so fast. Then, it hit him-his eyes widened as he glared at Flora.

It was her!

It had to be that scheming woman! He had known something was off when she'd been so eager to let him treat people. She was setting him up all along!

"It was you, wasn't it! They're like this because of you! You've been sabotaging us behind the scenes!" Mr. Atticus shouted, convinced he had uncovered the truth. It couldn't possibly be his fault. He puffed up with self-righteous indignation, staring daggers at Flora.

"You're heartless! Whatever issues we have, these people are innocent. How could you do this to them?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Do you even hear yourself? You're trying to pin this on us? You were the one treating them! Did we interfere at all? With all these witnesses, how could this possibly be our fault?"

something!" Mr. Atticus insisted, "You

be? Surely not

done arguing. "Instead of blaming us, maybe you should focus on treating those people on the ground. If they die,

wasn't stupid. As Lance pointed out, Flora had been focused on her own patients the whole time, and neither the Club 257

man cradling his brother noticed he had stopped breathing and screamed in

to Flora, crying and begging, "Ms. Flora! Please,

forgotten, he just wanted his brother to

quickly remembered there was another doctor present besides Mr. Atticus. And this

as their last hope, they urgently pleaded, "Ms. Flora,

looked like, but hearing Lance and Colton call her Ms. Flora,

Ha...

on her hand and

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