I turned to see Olivia standing at the doorway.
She smiled warmly. “Young lady, thank you for saving my life.”
I approached, carefully checking her rash until confirming it had completely retreated.
“You’re too kind. I only did what anyone would.”
Emily hid behind Benjamin, too afraid to show her face.
Benjamin bowed deeply to Olivia with an ingratiating smile.
“My apologies, ma’am. This happened under my watch.”
“We’ll hold those doctors accountable. You’ll get justice.”
Olivia’s smile vanished. “Yet I saw you defending those doctors while giving your savior harsh words?”
Benjamin froze, instantly understanding the situation.
Benjamin leaned in, coaxing in a voice only I could hear, “Sophia, take the blame for Emily, and I’ll marry you tomorrow.”
“Even if you save Olivia, your decorations will at best offset your mistakes. Getting downgraded is just a formality.”
“Emily is different–she’s pregnant and can’t endure hardship.”
“Trust me, once things calm down, I’ll find a way to bring you back.”
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I shot him a disdainful look. “Benjamin, is this your version of fairness? Dragging others down to shield your wife?”
“You have people to protect, and I have my principles. I love my profession and won’t let you tarnish my record.”
“As for us–our engagement ended long ago. Even if you divorce, what makes you think I’d want a divorced man!”
My public rebuke darkened Benjamin’s expression.
“Sophia, don’t think having Mrs. Brown backing you means you can do whatever you want!”
“Both the doctor and nurses on duty say it was your medical order. Even if Mrs. Brown denies it, majority rules.”
“Besides, who can guarantee Mrs. Brown wasn’t confused when she misidentified you!”
He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself, then issued a cold order.
“Lock her in the detention cell!”
“She stays until she admits her mistake.”
Hearing “detention cell,” I began trembling uncontrollably.
As a child, I’d been locked in an airless dark room for half a month by traffickers–completely without daylight.
That’s when my claustrophobia began.
Benjamin knew what I feared most and used it to punish me.
I struggled in panic, “Benjamin, are you trying to force a confession
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through torture?”
Benjamin remained unmoved, and a group of people dragged me away.
I was terrified, my face pale, my legs weak as I collapsed to the ground.
“Don’t lock me up, please, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
Benjamin raised his hand, and everyone stopped moving.
He squatted down, smiling ambiguously, and asked me, “Have you remembered now? Who prescribed the medical orders?”
I looked at him with lingering fear, not knowing how to answer.
Olivia, standing nearby, said angrily, “Benjamin, I’m sick, not dead. I know very well that it was Dr. Emily who prescribed the medical orders improperly, causing my severe allergy.”
