A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

The man spoke so aggressively that Emily had to shift around to avoid the spray of saliva from his mouth. "Sir, I didn't mean that. How about this? You can go over there and fill in the form with your personal information. Free consultations start at nine o'clock. You can wait in the lobby until then."

"Why should I wait? Why won't you let me see a doctor right now?" the man asked, disappointed and seemingly hurt. He pushed Emily away and began to rush inside. "I want to see a doctor. Don't try to stop me!"

"Sir, you..." Emily began. Subconsciously, she reached out to stop him. As soon as her hand touched him, however, he stumbled and fell back with an exaggerated expression of pain on his face.

"Ow! She hit me! What kind of a clinic is this? How dare you hit a patient?" He lay on the ground, waving his arms wildly. "It hurts! It hurts! She hit me!"

Emily immediately saw through him and her face darkened. It was clear to her that this man was deliberately stirring up trouble for some reason.

"Sir, we are an established public service organization. If you think you can come here and play your dirty tricks on us, you've come to the wrong place." With cold eyes, she turned around and instructed the person in charge, "Call security immediately, and have them escort this man out."

Without hesitation, the personnel did as he was told.

Amid the chaos, no one noticed the man with a black hat standing in the corner, secretly filming everything.

In the CEO's office, Darren slowly flipped through the photographs in his hands.

He asked coldly, "Are the articles and pictures ready to be published online?"

Harlan nodded and replied confidently, "They are. Everything is in order. As soon as the news of Emily laying a hand on a depressed patient comes out, everyone will brand her a hypocrite."

"You just wait and see, Emily," Darren said softly. A cold smile formed on his lips as he brushed her face in the photo with his finger.

In the picture, Emily, with her outstretched arms, seemed to be shoving the man onto the ground. The depressed man was about to fall on his back, looking powerless and vulnerable.

It took a long time for the free clinic to end. Emily was about to head back to her office to get some rest when she received a call from Rita.

"Hello, Rita," she answered. Exhausted, she rubbed the area between her eyebrows as she made her way to her office.

"My dear Emily, take a look at the news on the internet! You're screwed!" The anxiety in Rita's voice was alarming.

Emily had no idea what she was talking about. Worried, she quickened her pace.

Rita on the phone when she entered her office. With a trembling hand, she closed the door and hurried over to

scene. She couldn't believe her eyes. Although she knew

out. It was as if someone had been at the free clinic all along,

news. Only details about Emily pushing down the man were discussed.

indicated that he had a long history of depression. The following picture was

to be pure and noble, but that in reality, she was a hypocrite who had assaulted a depressed man while

Rita on the other end of the line. Emily sighed; she had forgotten that she was still on a call with Rita. Trying

happened. I'll call

phone, Emily sat down. The lines on her

Panicking now would only please

win. But

thought of a great idea. There had to be CCTV cameras at the venue, and the footage would tell her everything that she needed to know. Immediately, she

now, the people who were trying to ruin her might get to the tapes first. If that happened, then there would be no way to redeem her

third floor of the building. Thinking quickly, she ran to

floor, she was so rattled that she bumped right into a man who was on

said. He had tilted the brim of his hat so that it covered most of

no attention to the man as she ran past

she hadn't noticed the menacing smile that appeared on his face

help me pull out

had become difficult for her to breathe. She was hoping

The power was out, and that floor's feed was cut off this morning. We didn't record anything during that period," one of the surveillance personnel replied, clearly

head began to throb as she wracked her brains trying to figure out who was hell-bent on bringing her

back to her office. All she knew was that the whole time, her legs had

for a long time. Unable to figure out a way to deal with this, she finally picked

useless she had always been. She could do nothing but

commotion just outside her door. It grew

can't

"It's prohibited!"

tried their best to control the crowd, the doors to Emily's office flew open. In seconds, the once quiet room was filled with reporters holding microphones