Fatal Priorities：He Chose Her Dog novel Chapter 6

The moment Lucas saw Robert, he sneered, “Dr. Wright finally decided to come to the hospital?”

Robert clenched his fists tightly, trying to hold back his anger. “Lucas, don’t push it.”

“Who’s pushing it, me or you? Your wife dies in a car accident, and you take forever to show up because you’re busy with your lover?”

“Enough!” Robert interrupted Lucas, annoyed. “Stop going along with Georgia’s lies.”

“She’s fine; there’s no way she’s dead! And don’t you dare drag Molly into this!”

Lucas didn’t respond; he simply tossed a thin piece of paper in front of Robert.

“What’s this?” Robert stared at the paper, his face turning pale.

Lucas scoffed, saying each word clearly, “Georgia’s death certificate.”

I thought Robert would at least feel a little sad for me, even if just for a moment.

But without even looking at it, he grabbed the certificate and tore it into pieces.

I smiled bitterly.

Robert, do you really hate me that much?

His eyes reddened as he glared at Lucas, gritting his teeth. “You’re lying!”

But then, Lucas’s next words shattered Robert’s denial.

“If you want to know whether I’m lying, come see for yourself.”

Lucas led Robert to the place where my body was kept.

Even now, Robert refused to believe I was dead.

As he walked, he scoffed, “You think you can just find anyone to pretend to be Geo…”

He stopped when his gaze landed on my wrist.

There was a distinct scar on it.

Robert had won countless awards in the medical field, hailed as a prodigy.

I had always cherished his hands.

To me, his hands were meant to save lives.

Once, during a dispute at the hospital, a patient’s family member charged at Robert with a knife, aiming to injure his hands.

In that critical moment, I reacted quickly, shielding him with my own hand.

Because of that, I ended up with a long scar on my wrist.

When Robert finally saw my face, his legs gave out, and he almost collapsed.

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