Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Leanne had just returned from the patient wards when she spotted Mr. Marshall, who hadn't visited the ophthalmology department in a while, standing with his arms behind his back inside the office.

Amy was there in front of him, going on a tirade about how Ruben always shielded Sandra and how this time he had gone to extreme lengths, dragging Leanne into the fray to take the blame.

Leanne paused for a moment, taken aback. Had Amy gone and dragged Mr. Marshall into this mess?

From afar, Amy caught sight of her and started waving frantically, "Come over here! It's your lucky day, Director Marshall's here looking for you. Tell him everything Ruben said to you!"

Approaching them, Leanne asked, "Mr. Marshall, you wanted to see me?"

Mr. Marshall said, "I've heard about the situation with Sandra. Ruben's actions do not reflect our hospital's standards. As doctors, we need to be responsible not only to our patients but to ourselves as well. Whoever is at fault should take responsibility. I assure you that you won't be wronged."

Amy, unable to contain her excitement, shook Leanne's hand vigorously, "See, I told you Mr. Marshall would have your back!"

Leanne responded, "Thank you, Mr. Marshall."

"As for Sandra's disciplinary action, I'll discuss it with the hospital director and ensure a satisfactory resolution for you," Mr. Marshall continued. "Also, about that recording, it might be best to delete it."

Amy stopped her shaking abruptly.

to minimize damage. Leanne,

protect herself. As long as Ruben doesn't make her a scapegoat, she

if it falls into the wrong hands? Now that we're resolving the issue and I've promised to discipline Sandra. There's no

down to a lack of trust. After all, erasing evidence

Leanne, who wasn't

and professional ethics were beyond question. He was

in any profession, once someone occupied a top position, political considerations

stance was understandable,

fault, but she's not the

with a grim

exclaimed, "Oh my god, you're like some shining

"Well, I'm planning to resign anyway, might as well do some good before

from outside. Leanne quickly went to check, followed by Amy's curious

in chaos, with

the most piercing. Leanne saw her, pale as a ghost, screaming at the top of her lungs as she ran towards them at

man wielding a shiny kitchen knife, cursing with venom, "Where do you think you're

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