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She was battered,face carved with“Sinner,”hands ruined,stripped,and hung on a morning street.
Medical tests revealed that she had a rare bone marrow disease.
Hearing this,I felt grim satisfaction.
I was the only one in the entire country who was capable of treating it.
But my hands were gone.
By breaking my arm,Sophie had not only ended my career but also sealed her own fate.
On discharge day,I visited her room.
Tubes riddled her body,pain from the disease tormenting her.
Through the glass,I smiled.
“She deserved it.”
Knowing her fate,Sophie managed to slip past the nurses and reached the rooftop with the intention of jumping.
But someone called the fire department.
She landed on an air cushion.
As they carried her down,she saw me,grabbing my sleeve.
“Dr.Quinn…I was wrong.You’re brilliant—you can save me,right?I don’t want to die…”
I shook her off and stared at her coldly.
“I can’t.You broke my arm.You've sealed your own fate.”
She sobbed in despair.
Her disease progressed fast without treatment.
I rushed my lawyer to serve her court papers.
It was said that when she saw the summons, she spat blood in rage..
The hospital stabilized her,prolonging her misery.
At trial,convicted of assault,she collapsed,emotions overwhelming her.
She passed away in the emergency room.
Her mother,fearing Sophie’s debts,disowned her legally,sold their assets,and fled with a new man.
Years later,at a medical conference,I saw her—pregnant,getting a checkup.
A nurse whispered,“Never seen someone her age so desperate for a son.It’s a high-risk pregnancy,but she refused to terminate,even complaining about us.”
I ignored her and continued to review the reports.
She approached,venomous.“You’re their leader,huh?Young,but cursing my baby.Jealous you can’t have a son?”
“I’ll get you fired!”
I looked up,icy.“You and your daughter—always stirring trouble without a brain.”
“What you do is none of my business.Leave me alone.”
Her bravado faltered,fear flickering.
She stomped off in a huff and started yelling at a nurse instead.
None of my concern.
Weeks later,a colleague said she died in childbirth from shock,her baby stillborn.
I popped champagne.
Evil reaps its own end—no need for my hands.
