Accidental Marriage with the CEO: Unwanted Bride -
Chapter 67: Inhaler
Chapter 67: Inhaler
Patricia had sensed something off about the middle-aged woman from the moment she looked at her, and now everything was starting to make sense. God knows what kind of terrible things Michelle must have said about her to earn that kind of reaction.
"Oh, that must be inconvenient for you," the woman said with a stiff smile, then turned fully to Patricia.
"Fortunately, your fiancé brought an extra hand. I am sure you know her." She gestured toward Patricia as she spoke, her smile fading once again. The tone she used was clipped, dismissive, barely acknowledging Patricia’s presence. But what they didn’t know was that Patricia had no interest in being acknowledged. They could all keep their forced civility.
Michelle turned, completely unfazed, confirming Patricia’s suspicion, she already knew Patricia was here. That little performance earlier had been for show. She intentionally came over to make that report just to get a reaction out of her aunt. Applaudis!
"Oh yeah, she would do. After all... she saved my heart," Michelle replied, heavy sarcasm dripping from every word, especially the last one. Patricia’s jaw tensed. Was that her way of saying she had broken her heart by stealing her man?
"This way," Michelle said, gesturing ahead, and Patricia followed her in silence, letting her lead.
"Here," Michelle said, handing her a white coat and a pair of gloves. "I will brief you once you are done." Then she stepped aside, giving Patricia space to change.
Michelle’s eyes slid to Patricia’s bag, and a dark idea crept into her thoughts. A mischievous grin curled her lips. If Patricia was so determined to destroy every chance she had with Roman, then she had no right to blame her for what was coming.
Michelle had been with Roman first. If not for her weak heart, they would have been married long before Patricia ever showed up. Patricia had stolen the life that was supposed to be hers. She was never going to let her take her place, not without a fight. She had been destined to marry Roman since birth, and if her parents were still alive, none of this would have happened. But even Grandpa Blackthorn was no longer on her side... which meant they were planning to accept Patricia as Roman’s legal wife.
Over her dead body.
"I am done," Patricia said, snapping Michelle out of her vengeful spiral. Michelle handed her a file and began explaining the patient’s condition with a smooth, practiced tone.
Once the briefing was over, Michelle left without another word, leaving Patricia alone with the patient, a man who wouldn’t stop groaning about his chest pain.
Patricia gently placed her hand on his chest to begin her examination, but her eyes drifted...drawn instinctively to Roman.
He was crouched beside a small child, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he tended to the boy. His sleeves were rolled up, white gloves on, and the white coat he wore practically glowed under the sun. He looked... ethereal. Strong, yet gentle. Focused. Humane?
"Ahh!" The patient cried out, jolting her back to the present. Her eyes widened in alarm as she quickly returned her focus to him, realizing what she had just done.
"I am so sorry," she said, flustered, shaking her head and telling herself to stay focused.
Word of her healing skills and beauty spread quickly across the countryside village. Soon, everyone wanted to be treated by Dr. Patricia, and she found herself seeing more patients than anyone else.
"I am next! Me! Over here!" A patient shouted, shoving through the growing line just to get to her first.
Roman, who had tried to keep his distance, finally let his gaze fall on the woman everyone was now clamoring over. He watched her from afar, graceful, composed, and completely in her element despite the crowd. She was radiant, tireless, glowing with a passion he had never fully seen until now.
There was no doubt about it, she loved helping people. And for a fleeting moment, he imagined what it would be like if the two of them ran a hospital here together. Somewhere far away from the chaos. Helping people side by side. Maybe even having a child, or two, of their own.
It was a beautiful dream.
But he knew better. There was no happy ending waiting for him. Not until he eliminated every last enemy still hiding in the shadows.
"Yes, all you have to do is take two daily. If the pain persists after seven days, come to the city and ask for me at Westview Medical Hospital. I will run a scan," Patricia instructed the patient in front of her, who nodded eagerly, a wide smile of gratitude stretching across his face.
"Thank you, Dr. Patricia," the patient said warmly, then walked away.
Parched and drained, Patricia turned toward her bag to grab her water bottle, but paused. Her bag was gone.
Before she could even react, Michelle came bursting out of the building, screaming, her voice loud enough to freeze the entire compound in place.
"Patient 199 isn’t breathing anymore! We have searched everywhere for his inhaler, but it’s gone!" She wailed, tears spilling down her cheeks, her entire body trembling with panic.
Patricia’s heart dropped. For Michelle to be this distraught... things had to be serious.
"How could you lose his inhaler?! How the hell did that happen?!" Mireen, the middle-aged woman and Michelle’s aunt, shouted in fury, her face contorted with rage.
Suddenly, another young woman in a white coat and gloves stepped forward and added grimly, "Lady Mireen, we searched everywhere and couldn’t find it. But one of the patient’s kids told us he saw Dr. Patricia put it in her bag. It was too late, and we didn’t dare confront her."
Patricia’s eyes narrowed, her body tensing. What kind of twisted lie was that? She had been in one spot the entire day, how could she have taken anyone’s inhaler?
Mireen turned sharply to Patricia, her expression now steeped in disgust. "Where is your bag?" She demanded.
"I... I can’t find it. It was just here a..." Patricia began, only to stop cold when she turned around and suddenly saw her bag. Sitting right where it had clearly vanished just moments before.
Panic surged through her. How the hell did it get back there? Something wasn’t right.
"Search her bag!!" Mireen barked.
Without hesitation, the same young nurse who had accused her stormed forward and unzipped the bag.
Seconds later, she held up the missing inhaler.
It was there. Exactly as accused.
A gasp left Patricia’s lips. She stepped forward to defend herself, but her words never came because what greeted her instead was a sharp, cold slap across her face.
"Ah!" She cried, stumbling slightly, her hand flying to her cheek. The sting radiated through her skin and her eyes widened in utter shock.
"How dare you try to kill a patient for whatever reason you might have?!" Mireen bellowed, seething with uncontained fury, her glare sharp enough to cut through glass.
"I didn’t do it," Patricia whispered, her voice shaky, eyes burning red as the panic set in. Her gaze darted toward where Roman had been, but he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. Her fear escalated. He was the only person here who knew her. Without him, she was completely alone, and judging by the looks around her, no one would let her reach her phone.
"Please don’t blame Miss Patricia," Michelle said, stepping forward with mock concern. "She must have done it to implicate me. After all, as long as I am still in the picture, her marriage to Roman is in danger."
Even a child could see through her poisonous sweetness, but no one said a word.
"Someone get her locked up for attempted murder. The police will be here soon," Mireen commanded, her voice full of conviction.
"You wouldn’t dare," a deep, cold voice cut in, low, angry, and menacing enough to silence the air around them.
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