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Chapter 131
Chapter 131
Gwendolyn stepped out of the dean’s office and immediately locked eyes with Aiken and Sandra, who were pacing anxiously in the hallway.
“Gwendolyn, what’s the verdict? I already squared things with Mr. Hamilton. Your
diagnosis was spot–on, and I’ve double–checked the prescription,” Aiken said, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to concern.
He looked at her with regret in his eyes. “I blame myself! I got duped by a phone call. That online video must have been Bill’s doing. He’s after you.”
A missing signature on a prescription might just be a fine.
But practicing without a license could mean real trouble.
Gwendolyn managed a weak smile. “Dr. Yates, this isn’t on you. I’m the one who lacked experience.”
“I’ll set the record straight online!” Aiken said with a steely tone..
“No need.”
Gwendolyn grabbed his hand. “They only believe what they see. We’ve got no proof. If you go public, they’ll just turn their anger on you.”
Of course, the clinic had no cameras. Their adversaries had counted on that.
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“Dr. Yates, don’t worry about me,” Gwendolyn said, feigning confidence to put him at ease. A realization washed over Aiken, and he relaxed..
She was, after all, Howard’s wife.
“If you need any help, you know where to find me,” Aiken said before he hurried off to his duties.
Gwendolyn took a deep breath and turned to Sandra, who looked worried. “Did you find out?”
“Yeah.”
Sandra linked arms with her. “Bill and his wife are holed up at the hotel just around the corner. I’m chummy with the owner. He’s in room 302. Let’s confront him together?”
‘The nurses‘ station is swamped. The head nurse will have your hide.”
“This is more important, Gwendolyn. We’ll go together. Put on your mask. There are reporters everywhere, Sandra whispered.
Gwendolyn nodded firmly.
Let’s roll
They slipped out the back door and took a roundabout path to the hotel.
The small hotel’s dimly lit corridors and aging elevator painted a stark contrast to the polished hospital environment.
Arriving on the third floor, Sandra gave Gwendolyn a conspiratorial wink while clutching her phone, “They can record us and we can record them. Catch him in the act if you can.”
“Got it.”
They approached room 302 and knocked.
“Who’s there?” came Bill’s wife’s voice from inside.
In a pinched tone, Sandra replied, “Housekeeping, with toiletries.”
The woman fell for it. As soon as she cracked open the door, Sandra and Gwendolyn barged in.
Their eyes immediately found Bill, lounging on the bed with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
“Dr. Quigley!” Bill bolted upright, shock written all over his face.
No need for a second opinion. His act was clear as day.
Sandra flew her fingers over her phone, snapping pictures. “Gwendolyn, got it! He has been faking it. We’ll plaster this all over the net!”
The rumors would crumble, and Gwendolyn’s punishment would be less severe.
“You little bitch! Honey, grab them!”
Bill and his wife clung to their clothes, trying to snatch the phone.
“Gwendolyn, get out of here! I’ll hold them back!” Sandra shouted, blocking the door. “They won’t dare touch me! Go!”
Gwendolyn wrested the phone away, teeth gritted. “Be careful. I’ll get help!”
“Don’t
you run, you little tramp!”
As Sandra grappled with the woman, Bill burst through the door, chasing Gwendolyn down the corridor.
The elevator was too slow. Gwendolyn flung open the emergency exit and dashed down the stairwell.