Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Carl quickly pulled his hand back and glanced nervously at the time “Uh, I still have rounds to do, so I’ll be going now.” Before Anathea could respond, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his white coat and practically fled down the hallway. As Anathea watched his retreating back, she felt a little puzzled, but she didn’t dwell on it. She simply thought that being a doctor really was a noble and exhausting job.

Thanks to Carl, Fiona no longer had to live in constant pain.

Through the small glass window in the intensive care unit door, Aathea gazed at Fiona’s face. Her pale lips curved into a faint smile.

But in the next second, a voice rang out beside her. “Wall, aren’t you the mistress who ruined someone’s face? You’ve got some nerve showing up here.”

The words instantly drew attention from passersby around them many of them were the same people who’d previously berated Anathea. Now, seeing her again, they immediately launched into more judgmental murmurs.

“That’s right! How dare you show up here?“.

“Ugh, you’re really shameless!”

Gregory’s expression darkened instantly. Without a word, he signaled to his bodyguards to clear the crowd.

Meanwhile, Anathea didn’t react much. Her gaze drifted calmly to Gregory.

Wasn’t he the one who spoiled Natalie so much that she’d the so–called “real” Mrs. Sinclair in the public’s eye? And now he had the nerve to look upset? What a joke.

Anathea didn’t bother saying anything. They were divorced anyway. Once Fiona’s condition stabilized, Anathea would leave with her. Then, she would have nothing to do with Gregory anymore.

“Anathea! You seriously have the guts to show your face around me?” A sharp, angry voice rang out.

Anathea turned and saw Natalie in a wheelchair. Her face was wrapped in bandages. Her outburst had tugged at her stitches, and\ she gasped in pain.

“Nat, are you okay?” Eleanor rushed over, clearly worried.

Natalie immediately burst into tears. “Eleanor, my face hurts so bad…”

“Oh, don’t cry. What if the wound gets infected?” Eleanor comforted her gently.

When she turned to Anathea, her expression darkened. “Anathea, you stole Nat’s medicine and scarred her face! Don’t think we’re just going to let this go.”

“That medicine was mine to begin with,” Anathea said coolly. She pulled out a printed receipt. It listed the medicine and a ten- million–dollar payment under her name. “Natalie’s the one who stole it.”

Or maybe it was Gregory.

Her mind flashed back to something Natalie had said to her.

“Greg actually knew that medicine was for your mom’s surgery, but he still gave it to me…”

So in Gregory’s world, Natalie always came first. Everyone else’s life didn’t matter at all.

Then what was Anathea still holding back for?

She tossed the receipt in front of Eleanor and Natalie. When she turned to Gregory, there was a trace of quiet resentment in her gaze. “If my mom suffers any permanent damage because of this, I’m not letting it slide.”

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Chapter 136

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