Chapter 97 Confronted By The Media

With heavy questions weighing on our minds, we walked out of the hall. The hospital, always busy and bursting with people, felt even more congested than usual. Every pair of eyes seemed to follow us as we made our way through the long corridors, heading toward the gate. Our story had spread like wildfire. The looks on people's faces told us everything—we were no longer just doctors and colleagues; we were the subject of scandal. People whispered, stared, and judged. The walls seemed to echo our secrets, as though the building itself had been listening all along. The air felt electric, charged with truths that could no longer be hidden.