"Just because I'm also a medical practitioner doesn’t mean I should accept this outcome. Even if I was unlucky this time, can you guarantee your team’s performance was objective and stable?" I demanded, my voice sharp. "Do you even know if she had other thoughts clouding her judgment during the operation, Finley?"
Finley's eyes widened in fury, and he practically shouted, "What are you implying? That I would compromise my medical ethics? This is ridiculous! You're being completely unreasonable!"
He continued, his tone cutting. "Besides, you’ve always said you didn’t want children. Isn't losing your fertility exactly what you wanted?"
He sneered at me, growing even bolder. "You want to talk about subjective bias? How can I be sure you didn’t subconsciously want this outcome? As a doctor, it’d make things easier for you, wouldn’t it?"
I stared at him in disbelief. His accusations were so absurd they were almost laughable. Was he seriously suggesting I would sabotage my own surgery?
"You think I’d risk my life just to make a point?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who's crazy here—me or you, Finley?"