The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 357

"I really didn't do anything! I just accidentally walked into the wrong room—I never expected to see her in there! Sloane!"

She pointed toward the door, toward the ward.

"Didn't you say she was dead? Five years ago, the funeral, the portrait, the memorial—it was your son holding that picture frame, crying his eyes out! The whole family thought she was dead! So why is she alive? Why is she lying there? How long have you been lying to us? Or was it her? How long has she been playing us?!"

Garrison didn't look at her.

He sat down behind his desk, hitting the spacebar on his keyboard. The monitor woke up, casting a cold blue light across his face and dragging the shadow under his jaw deep and severe.

His tone was entirely flat, completely ignoring Quinn's frantic interrogation. Instead, he let out a cold scoff.

"Oh, you didn't do anything?"

"Don't think I don't know your little tricks. You sped up her IV pump flow rate—cranked it up by twenty milliliters an hour. You thought it was flawless. You thought because you turned it back down before I walked in, I'd never notice. But you forgot one thing. You forgot that the IV pump has an electronic log, and every single parameter change leaves a time stamp. Quinn, you forgot one crucial detail—you're not the only doctor in the room!"

He stood up, looming over her with an intimidating glare.

"A patient still recovering from heart failure, and you intentionally force an extra twenty milliliters of fluid into her veins. Were you trying to kill her?" His voice suddenly spiked, like a sword unsheathed in a flash. "Quinn, you are a truly vicious woman!"

"I'm vicious?"

"Enough!"

Garrison slammed his hand down on the desk, the heavy thud echoing violently through the room.

The monitor wobbled violently, and the stack of unopened medical journals teetering on the edge of the desk cascaded onto the floor.

He glared at her, the last shred of his restraint burning away, revealing the freezing, scorching fury beneath. His voice actually dropped lower, so low only the two of them could hear it, yet every word sliced through the air like razor blades.

"Don't think I'm blind to your twisted intentions. Five years ago, the one who broke into the lab, stole the Vitas Strain Remnant, and destroyed all the backup data—that was you, wasn't it? You teamed up with David Lancaster and his people, using them as your executioners to silence her for good. Am I wrong?! Quinn... just how many unforgivable things have you done just to force me into marrying you?"