The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 113

"Even if I had a momentary lapse in judgment, I've studied medicine for years and saved so many people. You can't force me to resign!"

Vivian desperately tried to defend herself. "George is Susan's husband. How is keeping a family member informed a violation of the rules?"

Miles frowned, his patience wearing thin.

"The only reason I'm sitting here having a civil conversation with you and not escalating this into a public scandal is out of respect for Director Langford."

"You know perfectly well whether you did it on purpose."

The man's words left zero room for negotiation.

Staring at Miles's ruthlessly cold face, the grievance in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a glint of sheer madness.

She had originally been hesitating about taking this final step.

But now...

Vivian offered a resigned smile and wiped away her tears.

"I understand. I know I was wrong. I'll take responsibility and resign."

"It's just a shame, Miles. We've known each other for so long, and it's come down to us not even being able to be friends."

She lowered her eyes, masking her calculating scheme.

"If that's the case, let this drink be my apology."

"A toast to put a period on our years of friendship as classmates and colleagues."

She pushed a wine glass toward him. "From now on, I won't bother you anymore."

Miles remained silent. After a long pause, he finally raised his hand and took the glass from her.

Vivian stared intently at the bob of his Adam's apple. When the glass was empty, a secretive, triumphant light flashed deep in her eyes.

The colorless, odorless drug acted fast and hit hard.

Within just five minutes, an intense, fiery heat surged through his lower abdomen and spread rapidly.

Miles's heart rate spiked way beyond normal, and his vision gradually began to blur.

The drink was spiked.

Miles tried to focus, but the drug was too potent. A violent wave of desperate craving overtook his senses, devouring his rationality.

Gripping the edge of the table, he tried to stand up and leave, but his legs wouldn't support him.

"Dr. Zimmerman, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Vivian stood up quickly, hypocritically holding onto his arm.

She deliberately raised her voice so the people around them could hear clearly.

"Dr. Zimmerman, you're drunk. Let me help you to a lounge."

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