He Saved A Dog But Let His Wife’s Father Die Chapter 10

He Saved A Dog But Let His Wife’s Father Die Chapter 10

Joseph let out a bitter, mocking laugh. “Or once she aborted the baby, once she grew completely

broken-hearted and left for good?”

He shot forward and clamped his hand around her throat, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“You knew. You were in that room. You held the retractor while she bled out-Why didn’t you tell me?! She

hemorrhaged badly after the operation; emergency treatment was delayed for twenty full minutes. She nearly died inside the Military Hospital. Was that also your doing?!”

Ava gasped for air beneath his grip. “Joseph, please believe me… I never meant to harm your wife…”

Joseph released her, his face a’mask of cold disgust. “Get out. Your base access privileges are revoked. If you attempt to enter my quarters again, I’ll have you escorted out by MPs.”

Ava stood pale and unsteady on her feet. But Joseph had already turned away, never glancing at her again.

The next morning, Ava had barely arrived at her ward when she received a summons from the hospital’s

legal office.

Ava’s head buzzed. “What lawsuit?”

The staff member replied. “A medical negligence claim filed by Ms. Camilla Hill.”

Ava went rigid, her face ashen.

This was only the beginning.

Within half an hour, a detailed long post appeared on the theater’s internal forum. Well-organized and

backed by solid evidence, it laid out Ava’s misconduct over the years.

Leveraging resources from a married military surgeon’s research team to publish papers, claiming first

authorship despite minimal personal contribution.

Rapid, preferential promotions landing her the position of general surgery head nurse af a young age.

Personal retaliation leading to delayed emergency care for a military spouse suffering post-op hemorrhage, nearly resulting in fatal consequences…

The comment section exploded.

[She’s nothing but an academic opportunist.]

[No wonder she climbed the ranks so quickly-she had connections pulling strings.]

{A full investigation must be launched. The theater deserves answers.]

Hospital leadership called an einergency committee meeting that same day.

The verdict came swiftly. Ava was suspended from all duties, and formal disciplinary investigations were initiated.

‘In a single day, Ava transformed from the well-courted head nurse into a public pariah.

She burst into Joseph’s office, eyes swollen from crying. “Joseph! You have to help me! I can’t lose this job!

Please speak to the leadership… don’t let them dismiss me.’

Joseph never lifted his head, continuing to review patient charts. “Your affairs are no longer my concern.”

Ava completely broke down, and military security officers escorted her out of the office.

I finally set off down the Beartooth Highway. Rolling snow-capped mountains stretched outside the windshield, and the cerulean sky hung low enough to touch.

I pulled over at an overlook and raised my camera.

Click. The sound anchored me to the moment.

It had been years since I’d lifted a camera like this. Once, I’d abandoned my career, my dreams, even pieces

of myself for Joseph.

Standing here again, I realized: those passions had never truly vanished.

A familiar voice called out from behind me. “Camilla.”

My body stiffened. I slowly turned around.

Joseph stood there. His tactical shirt was wrinkled, his jaw rough with days-old stubble, his eyes bloodshot and hollow. He was unrecognizable compared to the poised, composed military surgeon he once was.

Seeing him should have hurt. Instead, there was only a hollow quiet.

Not forgiveness. Not hatred. Just the soft, final click of a door closing forever.