Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 37

The medical assistant, incensed by what Tricia and Director Fontaine had just said, lashed out at Charlotte. "Dr. Sterling, is this what you call Director Fontaine's arrangement? As a doctor, you can't even uphold your duty to your post—do you really think you deserve to wear that title?"

Tricia lowered her eyes, hiding a sly smile before feigning sympathy. "Come on, don't be so harsh. Maybe Dr. Sterling really had something important to deal with—something so urgent she just had to miss the surgery."

The assistant wasn't buying it. "What could possibly be more important than saving a life?"

Director Fontaine turned to Charlotte, face flushed with righteous indignation. "Dr. Sterling, this is unacceptable. I'll be reporting today's events to the chief of staff and the board. However they choose to handle it—that's on you."

Charlotte's tightly clenched fists finally relaxed.

She bit her lip, then let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "What a convenient little performance you've put on."

Director Fontaine exchanged a look with Tricia, his expression souring. "Charlotte, how long are you going to keep this up? Can't you tell right from wrong?"

Charlotte turned to face him, her eyes cool and unreadable.

For a moment, facing her steady gaze, Director Fontaine felt a flicker of guilt—though he didn't dare avert his eyes.

"I found it odd that you suddenly reassigned me to another department," Charlotte said calmly. "So, just to be cautious, I recorded our conversation."

Director Fontaine's face drained of color. "You… you recorded…"

"Dr. Sterling, surely you're joking." Tricia tried to laugh it off, unwilling to believe Charlotte would actually do such a thing. After all, last time Charlotte had bluffed her way out. And since this arrangement was so last-minute, there was no way she could have seen it coming.

"You say you have a recording—well, where is it? Threatening people with fake evidence isn't funny."

Director Fontaine, hearing Tricia's skepticism, finally exhaled in relief.

The next second, his relief vanished.

Charlotte pressed play on her phone. In the quiet of the staff lounge, every word from their office conversation rang out, clear and unmistakable:

Director Fontaine's dress shirt was damp with cold sweat.

Did she overhear what I said to Director Winthrop in the ward that day?

Seeing their silence, Charlotte gave a soft laugh. "Looks like I was right. No wonder…"

"It's a pity you've played your hand wrong. Whether I stay at Metropolitan General or not, it doesn't matter to me. Even if Mr. Howard tries to protect you both, it changes nothing. My job is open to anyone capable enough to take it. I hope you find someone suitable soon."

After all, there were only two months left.

Charlotte smoothed the smile from her face and walked out of the lounge without looking back.

Director Fontaine stood there, humiliated, unable to bear staying a second longer. He stormed out.

Tricia followed, her gaze in the hallway even colder and more vicious than before.