He Forged My Name to Give Away Our Home, So I Gave Away His Chapter 13

He Forged My Name to Give Away Our Home, So I Gave Away His Chapter 13

Inside the sanitarium suite, General Caldwell was sitting by the window, reading the morning paper. His hair was entirely silver, but his spirits seemed perfectly fine.

Seven or eight medication bottles were lined up on his nightstand.

I picked up two of them and turned to the attending physician.

“Who prescribed these two together?”

The attending physician, Dr. Matthews, was a relatively young man with a very rigid attitude.

“I prescribed them based on his official medical chart.”

“Stop this one immediately,” I ordered.

Dr. Matthews frowned deeply.

“You are a clinical pharmacist from the base hospital, not his primary care physician.”

I set the bottles firmly onto the table.

“Combining these two causes severe dizziness and heart palpitations. General Caldwell, have you been experiencing night sweats recently and feeling completely unsteady on your feet when you get out of bed in the morning?”

General Caldwell lowered his newspaper.

“Yes, I have.”

Dr. Matthews’s expression stiffened.

“The General is elderly. Such symptoms are perfectly normal for his age group.”

“Where are his blood pressure logs?” I demanded.

He handed over the logbook reluctantly.

I flipped through a few pages.

“Look right here. His blood pressure began fluctuating wildly on the third day after you changed his medication. Why wasn’t an adjustment made?”

Dr. Matthews snapped impatiently, “Ava, you are overstepping your boundaries.”

Grandma Vance appeared at the doorway.

“Let her speak.”

Dr. Matthews immediately softened his tone.

“Ma’am, she’s just a pharmacist.”

I looked directly at him.

“A pharmacist analyzing medication interactions is not overstepping any boundaries.”

Daisy chimed in from the side to back me up.

“Exactly! When the wrong medication is given, it doesn’t matter who is overstepping-the patient

is the one who suffers.”

Dr. Matthews’s face turned incredibly sour.

Just then, the director of the sanitarium pushed open the door and stepped inside.

“What’s all the commotion about?”

Dr. Matthews spoke up instantly, “Director, Ava is challenging my treatment plan.”

“I am challenging the medication combinations,” I corrected.

The director took the logbook, reviewed it for several minutes, and his expression grew

exceedingly grave.

“Matthews, this specific drug pairing is indeed highly inappropriate.”

Dr. Matthews grew frantic.

“Director, this was done in accordance with the recommendations from the last joint

consultation!”

“The joint consultation notes never authorized you to stack these drugs concurrently.”

General Caldwell looked over at me.

“Ava, you make the adjustments.”

Dr. Matthews’s face fell completely.

“General, that goes entirely against standard protocol.”

General Caldwell folded his newspaper neatly.

“Then we will follow protocol. Invite her to join the official medical consultation board.”

The director nodded without hesitation.

“Consider it done.”

Dr. Matthews opened his mouth to protest further, but Grandma Vance silenced him with a cold

glance.

“If you have concerns, you are welcome to sit in and listen.”

In the consultation room, Dr. Matthews initially kept his chin high and defensive.

But as I broke down the prescription list item by item, mapping out the precise risks and presenting

a flawless substitution plan, the director began taking notes with immense focus.

Dr. Matthews’s defiant expression slowly crumbled into sheer embarrassment.

“I… I truly overlooked this particular drug interaction,” he muttered.

Daisy whispered loudly, “Overlooked it to the point where the General almost took a dangerous

fall.”

The director shot her a warning glance, and she quickly shrank back.

General Caldwell chuckled.

“This young lady has a sharp tongue.”

Daisy immediately stood up straight.

“My tongue is sharp, sir, but my heart is in the right place.”

Once the consultation concluded, the director personally escorted me to the exit.

“Ava, your expertise in geriatric pharmacology is truly exceptional.”

“I simply see a lot of cases in the hospital pharmacy,” I replied humbly.

General Caldwell suddenly spoke up.

“Would you be willing to be temporarily assigned to the sanitarium to oversee our pharmaceutical

care for a while?”

Dr. Matthews gasped softly, and even the director was caught off guard.

I didn’t give an answer immediately.

“I am still formally employed at the base hospital.”

General Caldwell smiled.

“A temporary liaison assignment. Everything will be handled strictly by the book.”

Secretary Smith glanced at me with a subtle nod but said nothing.

Daisy could barely contain her glee.

“Ava, look at that! They suspend you from your job, and you end up falling right into a better

assignment!”

On our way back to the cottage, Ethan was waiting by the gate.

He held out the revised statement. Seeing the director and Secretary Smith personally escorting me

back, his eyes lingered on them for a long moment.

“Did you go to the sanitarium?”

“An official consultation,” I replied coldly.

He fell silent for a moment before handing over the paperwork.

I read through it.

This time, Chloe’s name was explicitly written down in clear, black ink. It stated clearly that she

had provided the signature sample and actively pushed for the paperwork to be processed.

I slipped the document into my bag.

“Anything else?”

Ethan’s voice was heavy. “Chloe has gone missing.’

Daisy instantly went on the defensive.

“Are you trying to pin this on Ava again?”

Ethan shook his head.

“She packed up and left the transit hotel, and she took several files with her.”

“What kind of files?” I asked.

“The medical logs detailing her injuries after that specific deployment three years ago, along with

some personal letters.”

I looked at him calmly.

‘Did you come to me expecting me to help you find her?”

“No.” He stared at me, panic finally flaring deep within his eyes. “She might use those things to blackmail me into changing my statement.”

“That is your problem to solve,”

“I stated.

His voice grew incredibly tense.

“Ava, she might possess the original copies of your signature samples.”

I paused.

“What do you mean?”

“Some of your old pharmacy logbooks might have been stolen by her in the past.”

Daisy let out an angry curse.

“She was stealing government files from the hospital pharmacy?!”

I fixed my eyes on Ethan. “You knew about this all along?”

He didn’t deny it.

I let out a cold, hollow laugh.

“Ethan Miller, every single time you claim you aren’t protecting her, you manage to bring up fresh evidence proving that you are.’

His face turned completely gray.

I folded the statement neatly.

“You aren’t looking for her for my sake. You’re looking for her to save your own skin before she drags you down into the dirt with her.”

He opened his mouth to explain, but I refused to listen.

Just outside the yard, a car slammed on its brakes.

Mrs. Wagner practically fell out of the vehicle, running so fast she nearly lost a shoe.

“Ava! Something terrible has happened! Chloe went back to the military compound. She’s claiming that you colluded with high-ranking outsiders to ruin her career, and she’s demanding a public grievance hearing at the main base auditorium right now!”

Daisy clapped her hands together.

‘She actually dares to take this public?!”

I slipped the written statement securely into my purse.

“If she dares to put on a show, I’ll be there to give her an audience.”