"Come home this weekend. Mom's making your favorite sweet-and-sour ribs—stay a couple days."
"I'll introduce you to some nice young men. Any of them would be better than Kevin Dickerson."
The next day at work, the head of security, Landon Finch, sidled over.
"Head Nurse Harding, there was a strange man at the nurses' station last night. Didn't leave until after midnight."
I feigned surprise. "Really? You should report that."
Finch left reluctantly and called the nursing department to investigate.
Charlotte looked aggrieved. "He was just a friend dropping off milk tea. He sat with me for a bit and left..."
The exact same excuse as my previous life.
But this time, I didn't push it.
Charlotte made a point of detouring past the nurses' station and stuck her tongue out at me. "Head nurse, tattling won't help. Leadership sees everything—they know who the hardworking little lamb is!"
I replied flatly, "Your business has nothing to do with me."
Her expression stiffened. She twisted her hips and walked off.
By afternoon, the hospital floor was littered with disgusting photos.
In them, I wore my nurse's uniform, tangled intimately with different male patients—in the duty room, on hospital beds.
"Oh my God, Head Nurse Harding acts so proper, but she's such a slut!"
"No wonder she got promoted so fast—slept her way up."
"She won't even spare patients. So desperate."
The whispers drilled into my ears.
A patient's family member rushed up and jabbed her finger at my face. "You shameless bitch—did you seduce my husband too?"
Someone grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor, trying to strip my clothes off.
A slap cracked across my face. I was nearly naked, my body pinched until it bruised purple.
"Trash! The hospital should fire you!"
"Doing that in a nurse's uniform—disgusting."
My forehead slammed into the corner of the wall. Warm blood ran down my cheek.
Only when security rushed over to shield me did Kevin walk up, looking at me coldly.
"Brooklyn, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person. A worn-out slut, and you still had the nerve to act above it all and call off the engagement."
He turned to the leaders who'd rushed over and said quietly, "This reflects extremely poorly on us. I suggest suspending Head Nurse Harding."
I slowly wiped the blood from my face, my gaze sweeping to Charlotte—secretly holding up her phone to record.
She blinked at me and mouthed silently: The little lamb won.
Charlotte really was the same as before—too stupid to save.
This time, I was going to watch her personally walk into an abyss of no return.
I got five stitches on my forehead and was suspended.
A hospital administrator called me, sounding helpless. "Brooklyn, get some rest. Once the investigation wraps up, you'll be reinstated."
My brother was so furious he wanted to storm over and argue, but I stopped him.
In two more nights, something would happen to Charlotte.
The timeline from my previous life—I remembered it clearly.
At ten o'clock on the third night, my phone rang.
Bella's voice came through, choked with sobs. "Head nurse, something happened. Please come to the hospital—quick!"
When I arrived, the area outside the ER was already packed.
A gurney was pushed out. The person on it was covered in blood.
But it wasn't Charlotte—it was the psychiatric patient.
Raymond stood off to the side, cigarette in hand, puffing out smoke.
Charlotte was in Kevin's arms, crying pitifully.
"Charlotte, don't be scared. It's okay. I'm here now. No one can hurt you."
He looked up, saw me, and his gaze turned ice-cold. He strode over in seconds.
His eyes were bloodshot. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice dripping with hatred—
