Whitney nodded in agreement, "Yes, Suzy, at least we saved your life. Don't do anything rash."
I sneered, "What right do you have to say such things? Didn't you who killed my child? I saw what you did in the car. I will personally report this to the dean and make sure you receive the punishment you deserve."
Upon hearing this, both Ludwig and Whitney's expressions changed.
Whitney knelt down in front of me with a thud, choking back tears and said, "I'm sorry, Suzy, I know I was wrong. Please don't report me, or I'll be fired. I worked so hard to get into this profession; being a doctor is my only dream. If that dream is shattered, I have no reason to live."
Ludwig's face was full of heartache as he frowned and said to me, "I already said it was an accident. We didn't hit you on purpose. Did you have to push her to the brink? It's not like you'll never be able to have children again. Are you going to ruin someone's hard-earned life for someone you've never even met?"
When he said these words, did he remember that it was a child he had gone to great lengths to save? I couldn't be bothered to respond to him and turned my back to them. Anyway, I would be leaving him soon.
Seeing this, Whitney broke down even more and fainted from crying. Ludwig was heartbroken and picked her up and carried her away.
That night, Ludwig had someone drag me out of the hospital and take me home. He confiscated all my communication devices and locked me in the house, forbidding me to leave even a step. I knew he was afraid I would report Whitney and ruin her future.
He said, "I was the one who hit you with the car. If you want trouble, come to me. Whitney is innocent. She came from the countryside and worked her way up from the mountains. We can't ruin her because of what happened between us."
But with his power, even if I wrote ten thousand letters of complaint, I couldn't shake his position in the hospital. To keep me in line, he forced me to take sleeping pills, putting me in a deep sleep all day.
Until this day, I was awakened by a sharp pain. When I opened my eyes, I saw Whitney holding my right hand, repeatedly piercing my flesh with a needle.
Seeing me wake up, she gave me an innocent smile, "Suzy, you're awake. I have an assessment in a few days, so I'll use your hand to get a feel for it. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Looking at my bloodied hand, I raised my hand and slapped her. The commotion quickly attracted Ludwig.
Seeing the finger marks on Whitney's face, he glared at me angrily, "Suzy! Whitney came to visit you out of kindness, how could you hit her!"
I pointed to the needle marks on my wrist and retorted, "She did this to my hand, why can't I hit her?"
A hint of heartache flashed in Ludwig's eyes. He was about to say something when Whitney suddenly cried out, "I'm sorry, Suzy, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to pass the assessment smoothly. I really didn't mean to."
Ludwig couldn't stand her crying, so he quickly wiped away her tears and gently comforted her, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself too much."
I found it ridiculous. It was clearly me who was in pain, yet he so easily forgave Whitney for me.
I grabbed a vase from the table and smashed it at the two of them, yelling angrily, “Get out! Get out of here!”
Ludwig easily dodged the vase with Whitney, turned and walked out of the room, then ordered his men outside the door.
