Hospital Cover‑Up: My Wife Hides the Killer

"Why would I regret it?" Anastasia refuted, barely glancing at the body."I'm here today to talk about a settlement," she continued in a commanding tone. "I don't want to waste time on such trivial matters. Sign this notice of withdrawal. Louis is a rare talent, and a medical dispute like this can ruin his future."I glared at her coldly. "Never!"Margot had only had a benign fibroid, yet Louis had arbitrarily removed her entire uterus, causing massive postoperative bleeding and infection that led to her death.A doctor who treated human life so casually had no right to be forgiven. However, Anastasia, not only the hospital director but also the dean of the medical school, was willing to discard even the most basic medical ethics just to protect her lover.Margot would never rest in peace.Anastasia was furious at my attitude. "I'm not negotiating with you, Gabriel. I'm giving you a way out! I'm the dean and the director—as long as I vouch for him, Louis will be fine even if it g

Anastasia laughed dismissively. "My mom's perfectly healthy. There's no way she would've died under the knife of a promising doctor."She pulled out her phone and opened a live video. "With just one word from me, your mom's body could become the best teaching tool for my students!"In the video, Margot's body lay on a cold dissection table, surrounded by a group of students in white coats. The camera zoomed in, showing her hand. On her ring finger was an old-fashioned gold clover ring.Margot had been a seamstress her whole life. That ring was an heirloom left by her father, and she never took it off. Anastasia had once thought it tacky and asked her to remove it, but Margot had refused.Louis' eyes suddenly widened. He quickly pointed at the screen and accused, "Ana, his mom really likes to copy! Sure, copying Mrs. Ziegler's style of dressing would be one thing, but wearing the same ring, too?"Anastasia's face, which had been unsure a moment ago, instantly turned to disdain. "My

I didn't come unprepared. I had evidence that could render both the settlement agreement and the surgical records worthless.I submitted the first piece of evidence to the court—the recording I had made of Louis and Anastasia's conversation outside the morgue.In the recording, it was clear that she believed the deceased was Mom and was being manipulated by Louis, step by step, into signing the settlement agreement."Your mom's getting old… Louis' future is more important… With your mom's petty, nosy personality, dying on the operating table was just karma… I'll accept the hospital's settlement plan for you, as your wife!"Anastasia's voice echoed clearly in the courtroom. A settlement signed under such a serious misunderstanding was legally invalid.Louis' expression finally changed. "How dare you set me up, Gabriel! Don't get too proud of yourself just yet!"His lawyer immediately submitted a second piece of evidence, a report jointly signed by multiple experts, claiming Margot

Anastasia stiffened, staring at me in disbelief. "You… really want a divorce?"She still tried to defend herself. "Can we not do that, please, Gabriel? I really was tricked by that bastard. He kept telling me that your mom was always talking badly about me behind my back to drive a wedge between us."That's why I… I was blinded by him. He said your mom looked down on me and that the gifts she gave me were meant to humiliate me, so I…"I laughed coldly. "And how would he know anything about our family? He's a doctor, and you accepted all those expensive gifts without even thinking twice. You really think he earned that money himself?"You weren't tricked—you willingly chose to believe him because deep down, you've always looked down on my mom, maybe even hated her. Why?"Anastasia was quiet, feeling cornered. The resentment she had held for years finally erupted."Why? Because from the start, she thought I wasn't good enough for you! She thought I was too ambitious and would hold

A year later, I used the money from liquidating Anastasia's assets and the court compensation to set up Legal Aid Foundation for Medical Disputes.It was designed to help ordinary people who had no means of defending themselves in medical disputes, often crushed under the weight of powerful hospital administrations and lengthy legal procedures, by providing free legal support.Although my professional background was in architecture, years of dealing with Anastasia had prompted me to acquire a substantial amount of legal knowledge. Now, finally, I was putting it to proper use.Natalie, on the other hand, quit her nursing job after everything and went to law school to specialize in medical law. After graduating, she became the director of the foundation.When I handed her the employment contract and salary details, she smiled and pushed them back. "You think I'd take a paycheck for doing good? No way."I chuckled. "If you don't take it, how will you live? The foundation needs to ope