“I’m a doctor,” she declared with a warm, reassuring smile. “It’s my duty to save lives. I’ve given him medicine, and he won’t have another attack. If you ever need help again, just come find me at the Pioneer Medical Center.”
Her words immediately captured their attention. A doctor. The one who saved their child. They showered her with thanks, their relief turning into admiration.
I clenched my fists, anger simmering beneath my skin.
After they left, I stepped forward and grabbed Faye’s wrist. “How can epilepsy be cured with just one pill? You should have told them to go straight to the hospital! What if the child has another seizure?”
I didn’t yell. My voice was steady, controlled.
But Faye acted as if I had struck her.
Her eyes turned red, brimming with unshed tears as she ran to Tristan, her voice trembling with grievance.
“Brother… why is Sister-in-law like this? I was only trying to save a life, and she’s accusing me instead.”
Tristan’s gaze snapped to me, his expression darkening with impatience.