Chapter 52

"What did you say?" The widow lunged at the man, raining blows on him with her fists.

"That was your own brother! When we were poor, he gave you his last bite of food! He dropped out of school to work so you could study! When you couldn't afford high school tuition, he secretly sold his blood for money! How could our family ever wrong you? And yet you—"

The man hung his head, voice trembling. "Sis... I'm sorry... I lost my way..."

He had become addicted to gambling and racked up massive debts with loan sharks. When desperate, someone contacted him with an offer—not only hospital compensation but an extra two million.

"Who put you up to this?" Vivian's voice was icy.

"I don't know... It was a woman on the phone..." The man cowered. "She said the bigger the scene, the more money I'd get..."

Vivian's sharp gaze swept the crowd. Chloe Ashcroft hastily looked down, nails digging into her palms.

"There must be transfer records."

"Yes! Yes!"

Ethan Roscente immediately ordered his team: "Trace it."

Within thirty minutes, they had their answer. The account belonged to Chloe's best friend.

"My God! It was Dr. Ashcroft?"

"Why would she do this?"

"Was she trying to frame Dr. Laurent?"

Chloe turned deathly pale. "Lies! This is a setup!"

Vivian smirked and redialed the number from the man's phone. Instantly, a shrill ringtone sounded from Chloe's purse.

"Care to explain?"

Chloe frantically silenced her phone, but it was too late.

"A doctor hiring a hitman?"

"I heard her last surgical mishap was covered up by her grandfather, the VP."

"She won't wriggle out of this one!"

Chloe's legs gave way, collapsing to the floor. Consumed by her vendetta against Vivian, she'd never considered the consequences.

"The facts are clear." Vivian looked down at her with disdain. "Someone like you doesn't deserve to wear that lab coat."

Police swiftly took Chloe away. She faced legal punishment and permanent revocation of her medical license.

As for the man who murdered his own brother for money—life imprisonment awaited him.

In a shadowed corner, Daniel Ashcroft trembled as he dialed a number. "Uncle... Disaster has struck..."