CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 1737

Wilfred's back was smooth and unblemished, his skin noticeably fairer than most, making the bruises stand out starkly.

However, Karina wasn't distracted and her entire focus was on carefully applying the medication.

But for Wilfred, maintaining his composure was far more challenging.

The warmth of her breath and the faint tremble of her fingertips felt like a persistent feather brushing over his senses, teasing his composure.

For the first time, Wilfred realized just how sensitive his back was, and the discovery filled him with regret. His fists clenched as he silently endured.

Suddenly, Karina leaned closer and gently blew on the bruised area. "Does it hurt? I'll blow on it to make it better."

His entire body stiffened, and in one swift motion, he grabbed his shirt and shrugged it back on, quickly pulling his lab coat over it. His voice came low and firm. "That's enough. No need for anything else."

Karina froze, her eyes darting around the empty office. It was just the two of them, a man and a woman, alone together. The intimate setting, combined with what had just transpired, made her cheeks flush crimson, like a boiled lobster. "I'm sorry, Dr. Wilfred. I didn't mean-" she stammered.

Wilfred, desperate to move past the awkwardness, interrupted her before she could finish. "That's enough. No need to explain. Let's go."

At the police station, they completed their statements, then sat down with the officers and the family to attempt mediation.

The process was anything but smooth. The family was adamant, their rage bubbling over with every word. From the moment they entered the room, insults flew, and not even the officers' repeated warnings could quell them.

The father pointed a trembling finger at Wilfred, his voice raw with grief. "He killed my daughter! Isn't it only right that a life be repaid with a life?"

The officers exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure how to reason with someone clinging to such outdated beliefs.

Karina couldn't hold back any longer. "Even if that's what you think, justice is determined by the law, not vigilante violence. And for the record, this has nothing to do with Dr. Wilfred!"

Her words only fueled the family's anger.

As the yelling escalated, Karina turned to the officers, ready to recount the events leading up to the surgery. But Wilfred's calm voice cut through the chaos.

"I'll handle this," he said, taking control of the conversation.

His explanation was concise and clear, his tone unwavering. Even the officers nodded in agreement as he laid out the facts.

"To summarize," he concluded, "I

don't believe this is my

responsibility. You should address. this with the colleague who was overseeing the case in my absence. I'm happy to provide his contact

wish to

information. And if you take

légal action against me,

prepared to cooperate."

The family hesitated, their defiance faltering for the first time. The father stammered; "But... but you

performed the surgery! You can't deny that. How do you explain why my daughter died just hours after the operation?"

Wilfred's gaze sharpened, his eyes taking on a cold, steely glint under the fluorescent lights. His voice was calm yet unyielding. "I'm deeply

sorry for your loss. But life and death are often beyond our control

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He suspected the young woman had suffered a severe rejection to the transplant-a rare but devastating complication.

The family broke down, their cries turning to anguished sobs and more accusations.

Wilfred sat with his back perfectly straight, enduring the barrage of vile accusations without offering a single word in defense. He showed no anger, no explanation, as if the words meant nothing to him. But once they were in the car, Karina noticed that blood had seeped from his palm.