The mystery

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Ana held her breath, her chest tight with anticipation. She thought of Richard's promise, clinging to the hope that help would arrive soon. The minutes stretched on, and the weight of their stares pressed down on her. She had used words to delay, spinning them out like threads, weaving a barrier against their accusations. But she sensed the futility now. These people were like a storm, gathering force, ready to hurl more mud and slander if she remained silent.

"Miss Anastasia, we do not have the entire day to wait for your answer. If you do not have any proof, then accept your fault and resign permanently, because you do not deserve to be a doctor," another reporter said with a harsh tone that cut through Ana like a cold wind.

Doctor Perryson placed his fist on his lips, suppressing his laughter like a coyote stifling a howl.

At that moment, a young boy entered the council circle, his steps deliberate and his face as solemn as the moon in a cloudless sky. He walked straight t