The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 1175

The girl was at a loss for words when accused. It was true that she admired Logan's skills and had once dreamt of being mentored by him. Yet, she had no intention of defending Logan's supposed actions. She had simply considered the possibilities, not wanting to accuse anyone without evidence, especially someone she looked up to.

Seeing her speechless, another girl, smugly raised an eyebrow, "Hey, Four-Eyes, I know you're dying for Logan to mentor you, but we have to stand against people with questionable morals like him!" "To be honest, Faye has been nothing but good to us, teaching us everything she knows. Do you really want to be on the wrong side of history here?"

The girl felt the weight of several gazes upon her.

Feeling cornered, she reluctantly nodded, "You're right. We should take a stand!"

Just as she finished her passionate declaration, the sound of knocking startled all the interns.

"Who's in there? It's work hours, open up right now!" Logan's voice boomed, causing a wave of panic.

None of them had anticipated that the very subject of their discussion would come knocking the next second.

They all began to worry if their discussion had been overheard, fearing the worst.

Normally, Logan wouldn't get this upset over minor slacking, but today's agitation suggested he might have heard everything.

Despite the continued knocking, no one wanted to open the door, fearful of facing Logan's wrath, remembering how he had dealt with Barbara and the assistant dean.

After a moment, with no one answering the door, Logan tried to keep his impatience in check, "I'm giving you one more chance to open this door. Otherwise, I'll get the dean involved, whether you're a doctor or a new intern. Manage your time wisely and don't test my patience."

The door was promptly opened, and the girl with glasses hesitated to meet Logan's eyes.

Faye was also there, standing

interns emerge from within, Faye's expression soured, indicating

told you? Why are you hiding here instead of being at your posts, especially at a time

the girl

breaking his leg. It was our responsibility, and

his family was even worse. Now, they

the pitfalls of mere observation. They were expected to perform nearly all tasks short of surgery, under supervision. Faye had thoroughly briefed them on the patient's background, daily requirements, and temper, reminding them repeatedly who

despite her diligent reminders, tragedy still

pinpoint where things went wrong as she had momentarily left them to their

were you

today falls under your responsibility. No one's here to clean up your mess. Now, go apologize to

pale, realizing she was responsible for the patient in bed

her no leverage in

patient's room, her mind racing for the

peeked out, eager to witness the drama

crowd only emboldened

dramatically threw herself to the floor, wailing, "Oh, the suffering of my son! No one here cares for him, and now his

with a stern face, approached the door, casting a shadow over

doctor here? Where's Ms. Faye? I want her out here now!" The elderly woman, unfamiliar with Logan, sensed he

stepped forward upon hearing her name,

as if spotting

back, "Please, if you have something to say, stay where you

thwarted by Logan, leading her