2026-03-04
The Falsely Accused Doctor's Comeback
"Everyone... I have something I must say." I turned around and saw my foster sister, Daisy, standing up, tears welling in her eyes, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her dress. "My sister... she used to work as a hostess." The room fell utterly silent; all eyes were piercing into me like needles. My father suddenly stood up, the chair screeching loudly. "What did you say?" His voice was trembling. My fiancé, Christian, looked at me with a cold, unfamiliar gaze. "Ingrid, do you have anything more to say?" I looked at him—the man I had lifted from his wheelchair countless days and nights—and suddenly found him utterly laughable. I heard my own voice, unnervingly calm, say, "Christian, do...