I was wrong.
Two days later, my department chief, Richard, summoned me to his office.
He looked unusually troubled.
“Daniel, close the door.”
“Am I in trouble?”
He didn’t smile.
“It’s about that woman you helped outside the hospital.”
My stomach tightened.
“What about her?”
“Her husband has filed a formal complaint against you.”
I blinked.
“What?”
Richard placed a document in front of me.
The complaint accused me of interfering in a marriage, pressuring a vulnerable woman, and encouraging her to leave her husband.
“He wants disciplinary action,” Richard explained.
I stared at the accusations.
“I drove a mother and her newborn twins to her sister’s house after she was stranded outside our hospital.” Birthdayparty planning
“I understand. The complaint still has to be reviewed.”
Then I looked at the signature.
Nathan.
And beneath it was a surname I recognized immediately.
My blood ran cold.
“Richard, what’s his full name?”
