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Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Inside the grand auditorium of Bayridge Hospital
The reporters had all fine–tuned their equipment, cameras aimed at the podium, and the event was officially underway
Seated at the table on stage were three individuals, Sanford, Howard, and Gwendolyn.
Faint scars adomed Gwendolyn’s cheeks, and both her hands were wrapped in bandages. Countless photos were snapped of her
Injuries.
She wasn’t quite accustomed to such gatherings, frequently blinking against the harsh glare of the flashbulbs.
Howard gently squeezed her wrist and murmured. Don’t be scared. No one’s going to sling mud at you today”
Gwendolyn tilted her head slightly to look deeply into his eyes before nodding firmly.
Howard had told her to just follow his lead. All she needed to do was recount what happened that day.
The first to speak was Sanford, who picked up the microphone and his crisp voice filled the room, “Good moming, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the press conference at Bayridge Hospital. My name is Sanford, the administrative head of Bayridge Hospital, and lill be moderating today’s event.”
of countless
Sanford was a household name, the dream of
young women in Bayridge City.
The young, virtuous, and impressively pedigreed director of Bayridge Hospital.
The journalists showed respect.
“Before we take qu
questions from the press, l
let’s have Gwendolyn describe what happened that day.”
Sanford gestured for Gwendolyn to speak.
She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and raised her head to face the sea of lenses.
“There are two rumors circulating online. The first is that I practiced medicine without a license, leading to Bill’s condition worsening The second is that I used my influence to make Bill disappear!
“At the time, Bill came in for a consultation. My supervising doctor, Aiken, was present the entire time. My diagnosis and prescription were under the oversight of Dr Yates. He had to step out due to a prank call, and Bill took the chance to record a video and upload it online. The next day, he feigned illness and caused a scene.”
Her words were clear and composed.
“Secondly, regarding the misuse of my influence to make Bill disappear.”
She held out her hands, wrapped in bandages, and continued, “After Bill caused a scene at the hospital, my colleagues and I found it odd and tracked him to his hotel. By chance, we caught him smoking and drinking, capturing the evidence. In retaliation, he conspired with Waldo, the owner of Lifespan Locust Pharmacy, to kidnap me and destroy the video evidence.”
“If you contact the Bayridge City police, you will find out that Bill has been arrested.”
She wanted to clarify just those two points.
The reporters whispered among themselves, some even calling the police department on the spot to confirm the news, and then they began to voice their skepticism.
at doesn’t prove
prove everything you said is
“Ms. Quigley, the police have indeed arrested Bill, which proves the kidnapping is true. But that
correctTM
‘Ms. Quigley, you claim you’ve been slandered, but you have no evidence to prove your innocence, right?”
“Gwendolyn, there are many questions regarding this matter. The video we saw online is real, in it, you indeed practiced medicine without a license, and the prescription lacked a signature.”
These seasoned journalists weren’t so easily fooled.
And some had been paid off, mingling in the crowd, intent on muddying the waters
Online, public sentiment was boiling over.
The narrative had been set, and most netizens believed that Gwendolyn was playing the victim, trying to lighten her own sentence.
Thus, the unsavory comments scrolled on.
Vivien couldn’t hold back and posted several messages herself.
Drama queen, Playing the victim to hook men and gain sympathy.”
Bill hasn’t been sentenced yet. Who knows if he’s been framed? After all, Howard is rich and powerful, and what’s an ordinary guy to
sim?”
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“A country bumpkin intern at Bayridge Hospital, how many men has she slept with?”
The feedback from the mporters on–site was equally vehement.
“Gwendolyn, we need to see evidence”
A TV journalist demanded, “Everything’s about evidence. We’re not just pressing you, but as journalists, we can’t just take one side of
the story”
“Gwendolyn, you need to prove your
ur innocence with evidence.”
Gwendolyn locked at them, her body tensing up. Those cold, objective stares were suffocating.
Her hands slowly clenched tighter, the pain shooting through her wounds, seeping blood through the white bandages.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
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