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Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands Chapter 9
The police took out a pair of handcuffs and locked them around Mom's wrist. She didn't resist and simply followed them into the police car, looking defeated. She confessed to everything at the station, laying out all the evidence of her crimes without attempting to hide anything. While awaiting her trial, she refused every meal the police brought her, knocking over every tray. She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you."Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life."As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me."I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again."Mom, can you really see me?""Silly, of course I could," she exclaimed, rushing toward me with a
Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands Chapter 8
Still in a daze, Mom signed the papers to collect my body. In the days that followed, she never went back to the hospital. Aside from arranging my funeral, she spent each day lying in bed, staring at the ceiling blankly. What surprised me most was that her hair turned gray overnight. She looked like she had aged ten years in just a few days. She barely ate and looked so gaunt and pale, as if she were gravely ill herself. Eventually, the day of my funeral arrived. Perhaps out of guilt, Mom made the ceremony fairly grand. All our relatives and doctors from the hospital showed up, whispering quietly among themselves. Over the years, everyone knew how openly she favored Sean and how much she despised me. But knowing what her temper was like, no one wanted to provoke her. They all simply stood by and did nothing. Apart from them, Dad and Yvonne also showed up at my funeral. The moment Dad walked in, he slapped Mom hard across the face. Just as I was still confused, he said,
Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands Chapter 7
I was still lost in my memories when Mom walked into the bedroom alone and started rummaging for my phone number. After hesitating for a long time, she finally dialed my number. But I had already been dead for a week. How could I possibly pick up the phone? Enraged, she began texting me. "All I did was to have your brother perform surgery on you. Do you really have to get so mad that you're ignoring my calls now? How dare you?"If you've got the guts, don't bother coming home! If you want to die, go ahead! Die somewhere far away!"Don't you dare think just because Yvonne's backing you up, you're invincible. When I get back, I'll have her fired with a single word and see how you two keep sneaking around then!"I wanted to speak up for Yvonne and explain that she only helped me out of genuine kindness. But I couldn't make a sound. All I could do was stomp my feet in frustration. She was the only one who had ever shown me warmth, and I didn't want her to suffer like this. "
Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands Chapter 6
Mom grew even more furious seeing Yvonne, who had seemed so meek just moments ago, now standing her ground so aggressively. "Yvonne," she snapped. "I'm warning you… you'd better know your place. Be careful, or I'll fire you the moment I get back!"Get out of my sight while I still have some mercy left!"Words lodged in Yvonne's throat. Unable to speak anymore, she wiped her tears and turned around to leave. I wanted to speak up for her, to defend someone who had only ever tried to help me. But no matter how hard I screamed, no sound came out. I could only watch helplessly as she disappeared around the corner, crying. I couldn't even wipe her tears away for her.After she left, Sean tried to comfort Mom."It's okay, Mom. Don't be angry. Maybe Zachary's still bitter about me taking that medical award from him last time."Mom sighed. "Even if he had won that award, what good would it have done? Forget about saving others—we should be thankful if someone as twisted as him didn't
Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands Chapter 5
The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, jolting me out of my reverie. He cast a sheepish look at Mom and apologized, "Sorry, I almost missed the stop."But Mom, who usually wouldn't miss her chance to snap at the driver at a time like this, was currently too focused on Sean to bother with such trivial things. She ignored the driver, grabbed her luggage, and exited the car. I stared at the view in front of me and belatedly realized this luxury suite with a seaside view was the one I once told her about. Using the money I'd saved up from my years of salary, I had planned to bring her and Sean here once she was on break. And now I had indeed come with them—only, as a soul. Vain as ever, Sean was clearly stunned by the scenery too. Pulling his phone out, he began snapping selfies nonstop and posted several updates to his social media. Ever since they arrived at Meldives, they seemed to have completely forgotten that I'd just come out of surgery. They spent every day either
Leaving My Life in an Intern's Hands Chapter 4
There was a reason why Mom favored Sean. When we were young, she smacked Sean twice because he finished an entire jar of candy. The next day, she took us out, and while we were waiting at the traffic light, Sean pushed her onto the busy road out of resentment.He didn't use much force, but Mom's guard was down. And just like that, she stumbled onto the road. The moment she hit the ground, a car sped past and broke her hand. When she glanced back at us, my arms were still outstretched—I had been trying to save her. But she assumed I was the devil's spawn, trying to end her life, the one responsible for ruining her bright future. The real culprit, however, stood there crying and gained all of Mom's sympathy. She thought Sean was worried about her, but she had no idea the one who ruined her career was her favorite son. Fortunately, Mom wasn't in danger. Her hand eventually recovered after the surgery, but as a cardiac surgeon, she could no longer perform operations.The hospit
