Chapter 1065



“Mr. Rodgers!” Turner interjected, his voice rising. “We’re discussing reality here! Yes, you’re technically correct, but let’s not forget that Belinda is a cardiac surgeon. She works with a scalpel! Do you honestly think any patient would feel safe putting their life in the hands of a doctor with HIV?”

He turned to the director, his tone firm. “You understand what I’m saying, right? Belinda—”

“Enough!” The director’s voice cut through the room like a whip, silencing Turner. “As the head of your department, your priority should be thinking about how to comfort your subordinate, who is affected by occupational exposure, not finding ways to fire her. You’ve disappointed me greatly.”

With that, he pointed to the door. “Leave.”

Turner’s face paled, but he said nothing more.

He knew that deep down, the director likely agreed with his reasoning. Belinda’s continued employment at the Grand Plains General Hospital was untenable.

Even if Caiden wanted to keep her, he couldn’t defy the collective concerns of the medical staff and the patients.

No patient would willingly accept an HIV-positive doctor.

With that thought, Turner allowed himself a slight smirk as he turned and left the office.

Once Turner was gone, the director turned to Caiden. “Mr. Rodgers, what’s your take on this? Should we let Belinda stay here as a doctor, or…”

Caiden let out a cold laugh. “You’re asking the wrong question. Instead of worrying about that, you should be more concerned about the future of our hospital.”

The director frowned, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Caiden’s mocking tone cut through the air as he sneered, “It appears you’ve completely forgotten Mr. Clark’s words from that day!”

His words jolted the director’s memory, bringing back the events of that day. The words Lucas had spoken to him echoed in the director’s mind with chilling clarity.

He remembered that Lucas had told him he would hold the entire hospital responsible if anything happened to Belinda.

The director’s expression shifted instantly, his face growing pale.

After a long, tense silence, he finally turned to Caiden, his voice trembling with unease. “Mr. Clark was just speaking in the heat of the moment, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t actually take action against our hospital, right?”

Caiden’s expression remained grim. “That’s a question only Mr. Clark can answer. But if he decides to target the Grand Plains General Hospital, do you honestly believe we’d stand a chance to survive?”

The director fell silent, the weight of Caiden’s words pressing heavily on him.

After a moment, Caiden let out a deep sigh. “Right now, the only person who can soothe Mr. Clark’s anger is Belinda. She’s the only one who can reason with him. But given her current state…”

The director’s eyes widened in panic. “Mr. Rodgers, you must find a way to meet with Belinda! You have to convince her to talk to Mr. Clark about this!”

“I understand,” Caiden replied curtly before turning on his heel and striding out of the office.

Belinda stood by the sea, the breeze whipping around her for over an hour. She remained motionless, letting the wind tangle her hair, lift the edges of her clothes, and dry the tears streaking her face.

Since she received the blood test results earlier that day, hours had passed, and her initial devastation had given way to a numb emptiness.

Even now, she couldn’t bring herself to accept the reality of the situation.

She felt utterly lost, unsure of what to do next.

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