"Natasha Roy," Maisy stated. "But as far as I know, she's no longer working in the hospital. I suspect she colluded with the Chandler family to file a complaint against me.
"So, I was framed and accused of administering the wrong medication to a patient. This is impossible. As a nurse with ten years of experience, such a thing would never happen!"
Maisy presented her reasons as if fearing I wouldn't believe her.
I nodded. "What happened afterward?"
Maisy paused, seemingly reliving a nightmare. Hesitantly, she said, "But that day, the patient’s condition suddenly deteriorated. After rescuing them, it was revealed that they were my patient. They claimed I administered the wrong medication. I was arrested and detained for days."
Maisy wiped her eyes and sniffed. "I could never make such a mistake. I always double-checked the injections with great caution. It's absolutely impossible!"
Then she looked up abruptly at Sean. "Then, someone threatened me. The patient's family sought me everywhere, wanting to ruin me. Eventually, I was fired from the hospital, but the matter didn't end there..."
"Take your time; don't be afraid. Just speak frankly." Sean encouraged her.
"The patient's family even caused trouble at our house. My husband divorced me, and I lost custody of my child. I couldn't find a job and certainly couldn't return to the hospital."
Maisy, now sobbing, covered her face and her shoulders trembled. I gently patted her back to comfort her.
"I knew this matter was far from simple, but what could I do? I constantly received threatening calls, and some people smashed my windows. I couldn't dare to sue or speak out. If I did, my life would be in danger."
Maisy, at this point, had turned deathly pale. She pointed at the glass on the window, saying, "You see what kind of life I've been living."
Only then did we notice the broken and patched-up glass in her house.
"Are you still being threatened now?" Sean inquired.
"How have you been living these years?" I inquired sympathetically.
"Ha... what kind of life can I call it? Every day feels like a year. My situation worsened and I took odd jobs—anything I could find." She smiled bitterly, saying, "I was surviving one day at a time."
Sean asked her, "If we need you to testify in court later, would you be willing to help us?"
Maisy hesitated. Sean reassured her, “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
Finally, she nodded and said, "I... am willing to do so. I'm already in this state. Life or death doesn't matter to me anymore," Maisy said.
Maisy's situation deeply saddened me.
Just as I was about to speak, Finn interjected, "Maisy, would you be interested in working at Jaxford Doors? We provide accommodation, and the monthly salary is about 2,500 dollars. If you're willing, I can take you there right away."
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