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.

minimize damage. Leanne, you've always been sensible. Don't

disillusioned, "But her recording was just to protect herself. As long as Ruben doesn't make her a

we're resolving the issue and I've promised

lack of trust. After all, erasing evidence was

at Leanne, who wasn't surprised in the

and professional ethics were beyond question. He was an exemplary figure as

someone occupied a top position,

stance was understandable, prioritizing

it once the hospital's disciplinary actions against Sandra and Ruben are announced," Leanne stated firmly, making her position clear. "The medical error was Sandra's fault,

grim expression,

some shining beacon of goodness on this

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

echoed from outside. Leanne quickly went to check, followed by

in chaos, with staff and

her, pale as a ghost, screaming at the top of her lungs as she

a burly man wielding a shiny kitchen knife, cursing with venom, "Where

was the irate husband of the patient in