Steven gasped, "You're absolutely crazy... I can't explain myself enough."
"Go to hell!" I angrily threw my phone to the ground and stomped on it several times.
There was a burst of banging on the door. The next second, a group of people burst in.
"Damn it! You're the one who's ruining the doctor and bringing trouble to so many patients. Bitch, go to hell!"
They tore my clothes, slapped me in the face and kicked me in the stomach. I tightly grasped the urn in my arms. But someone snatched it away.
"No!" I screamed, rushing over to grab it.
But I could only watch helplessly as the urn was smashed to the ground, my children's ashes instantly scattering.
"You filthy bitch! I cared so much about you two unfortunate children, but I'll scatter their ashes, letting you harm others and teach you what pain is."
With bloodshot eyes, I rushed over, but they pulled me back.
Steven walked in, leading Kelly. Seeing the chaotic scene, his first instinct was to protect Kelly. He looked at me covered in blood, his expression complicated, his tone tinged with anxiety.
"Milena, stop being so stubborn! Just apologize and everything will be fine. They're all family members of doctors and patients. Just do what I say and everything will be settled."
With blood all over my mouth, I screamed, "You're dreaming! I won't let you go! I'll make you regret it!"
Sirens suddenly blared and a group of police officers rushed into the room. "Treating and causing harm, everyone. Take them all to the police station!"
The group cried for help, "Doctor Steven, save us!"
Steven immediately stepped forward, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I'm the owner, she's my wife... This is just a family dispute."
I stood up, leaning against the wall and yelled, "He's not my husband! We're divorced. I'm going to formally sue him. He maliciously ordered others to break into my home and commit violence. I'm going to make them all pay.”
