Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 172

His daughter’s weeping left Mr. Carter at a complete loss. He didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed and comfort her, so all he could do was fret anxiously. “Melissa, don’t cry, please don’t cry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have called him…”

Thomas was filled with regret. He had called the man without his daughter’s permission. And while he had secured the money for the upcoming medical expenses, he had also debased his daughter and himself in the process.

Not knowing how to console her, Thomas began to cry in frustration as well.

It was Nathan’s turn for the night shift. When he reached Room 1507 for his rounds and stepped inside, he was met with the sight of the father and daughter in the middle of a breakdown.

Nathan stopped at the door, his brow furrowed.

He despised scenes like this. He didn't know what had happened, but considering what he knew about Melissa's background, he instinctively disliked her and now felt a hint of disdain.

“Hello, doctor’s rounds.”

Emily, the intern trailing behind Nathan, stepped forward and knocked on the door to get the attention of the weeping pair.

Hearing the noise from the doorway, Thomas and Melissa both stopped crying at the same time.

Melissa shakily got to her feet. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, looked toward the door. When she saw the cold-faced doctor standing there, an inexplicable shiver ran down her spine.

“I-I’m sorry. Please, come in…”

Melissa rubbed her red eyes. She looked like a pitiful little rabbit, her lips trembling as she choked back sobs.

Nathan was using his stethoscope to check Mr. Carter’s vitals. The room should have been completely silent, as a matter of respect.

But Melissa stood off to the side, letting out little whimpers and hiccups. It seemed she hadn't cried herself out yet. Though her sobs were quieter, tears were still streaming down her face.

“Emily! Can’t you be a little nicer?”

Dylan Hart, another intern, couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped in to defend Melissa.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

Emily shot her classmate an impatient glare before retorting with disgust, “Stop playing the knight in shining armor. If you feel so sorry for her, why don’t you take her outside and comfort her yourself!”