The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 276

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This was the back room-out of view from the security cameras-so Rachel could say whatever she wanted without consequence.

Just then, Mr. Burton, having finished with a patient, walked over to join them.

He overheard Rachel's words and replied coolly, "Oh, so you grabbed the wrong medication, and somehow that's my fault?"

Stella cut in, her tone sharp. "If you weren't sure about the medicine, or if you thought something was off, why didn't you just ask? Did any of us sew your lips shut?"

A cold smile flickered in Stella's eyes.

Rachel lowered her head, tears shimmering. "It was my carelessness. I'm sorry."

"Ms. Pearce, have you ever considered what your carelessness might mean-not just for the patient, but for the entire clinic?" Stella's voice was like a scalpel, her gaze unflinching. "That's someone's life at stake. If that patient had taken the wrong medicine and something happened, Mr. Burton would be the one held responsible!"

Stella's voice rose, her

victim, peddling her sob stories in front of Haynes, trying to win sympathy. But she absolutely

whose dark eyes watched her intently, making her heart pound with sudden

I didn't mean to..." Rachel stammered, then abruptly dropped to

matter the reason, a mistake is a mistake. I'm willing to apologize, and accept whatever punishment you see fit, until

hard that after just a few times, blood beaded

forward and grabbed her arm to stop

you went through so much trouble for my sake, and after everything you did, I

charges and send me to jail, I'll accept

expression darkened, voice low and steady. "She can't just send you to jail on a whim, Rachel. And she

not only Stella, but even Mr. Burton was stunned by Rachel's

thought, she could out-act my

you saw Rachel make a mistake, you could

coolly. "Why? Because I can't

here to help-not for you to give her