I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 129

"That is none of your concern. Just go get him," she paused, her eyes glinting with malice. "But always remember, I'm doing this for you. She took what was rightfully yours, and I am going to make sure she pays for it."

Tears still stained Chloe's face, but her entire demeanor shifted.

The terror melted away, replaced by the twisted vindication of a victim finally finding someone willing to exact revenge on her behalf.

"Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. I will do whatever you say for the rest of my life, and I swear I will never hide anything from you again."

That afternoon, Director Dayton slipped into Yolanda's VIP suite.

He wore his white coat, a sickeningly eager smile plastered across his face.

The matriarch of the elite Fletcher family—who wouldn't kill for her favor?

"Mrs. Fletcher, you asked to see me?" His voice dripped with calculated, groveling flattery.

Yolanda lounged against her pillows, barely throwing him a glance.

"Take a seat, Director."

He perched on the edge of the chair, spine stiff as a board, looking like a subordinate awaiting orders from a general.

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Three days later. The hospital's main conference hall.

It was an awards assembly.

A bright red banner hung over the stage: "Outstanding Clinical Case Award — Dr. Sienna Sterling."

The auditorium was packed with staff from the ER, surgery, internal medicine, and nursing departments.

Sienna sat in the very first row, dressed in her crisp white coat with her badge pinned neatly to her lapel, her expression calm and composed.

The Chief of Surgery walked up to the podium.

He cleared his throat, looking directly at Sienna.

"Recently, Dr. Sterling admitted a patient named Joel Harper. He presented with an ileocecal stromal tumor. At the time, I refused to authorize the surgery, arguing the mass was too small and didn't meet the surgical criteria. It was Dr. Sterling who fought for him, insisting that if we waited until it ruptured, we would lose him."

He paused, his voice softening with genuine humility.

"The facts have proven Dr. Sterling right. The pathology report confirmed it was an early-stage stromal tumor that was already showing signs of micro-perforation. If we had waited another month, the consequences would have been catastrophic. I stand here today, in front of the entire hospital, to formally apologize to Dr. Sterling."

He offered a deep bow.

The hall erupted in applause.

Sitting across from her, Paxton practically dropped his fork after hearing the news.

"Africa? Kanya?" Paxton scoffed. "Isn't that an active war zone? Are they rewarding you or exiling you? Why would they send you to a place like that?"

"It's not an exile," Sienna picked at a piece of fish. "It's a medical exchange. I'll be there for a week and then come back. It's technically an honor."

Paxton shot Isaac a lethal glare.

"Is this how your hospital treats its best doctors?"

Isaac set his water glass down slowly.

"I was completely out of the loop on this. But our hospital does have a long-standing partnership with medical facilities in Kanya. We send teams over regularly. When you go, you'll be with the official convoy and stay safely within our affiliated base. You won't be in any danger."

He hesitated for a second.

"But I'll still do some digging on my end. Don't worry."

Sienna honestly wasn't that worried.

She took a sip of her water, staying quiet.

Paxton continued to glare at Isaac, feeling a deep, nagging suspicion that something was horribly wrong, but he kept his mouth shut.