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.

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

She couldn't believe her eyes. Although she knew what had really happened, in the pictures, she seemed to be

planned out. It was as if someone had been

details about Emily pushing down the man were discussed.

picture of the man's medical records, which clearly indicated that he had a long history of depression. The following picture was a close-up shot of his injury after supposedly

woman who pretended to be pure and noble, but that in reality, she was a hypocrite who

she was still on a call with Rita. Trying

I'll find out what happened. I'll call

The lines on

Panicking now would only please

never let the enemy win. But what should she

eyes lit up. She thought of a great idea. There had to be CCTV cameras at the venue, and the

to ruin her might get to the tapes first. If that happened, then there would be no way to redeem her public

of the

rattled that she bumped right into a man who was on his way in. He was dressed in all

me," the man said. He had tilted the brim of his hat so that it

the man as she ran past him to the

the menacing smile that appeared on his

staff and said, "Someone help me pull out the surveillance tapes of the free clinic held on the fourth

and it had become difficult for her to breathe. She was hoping

sorry, lady. The power was out, and that floor's feed was cut off this morning. We didn't record anything during that period," one

Emily's desperation. Her head began to throb as she wracked her brains trying to figure out who was hell-bent on bringing

to go back to her office. All she knew was that the whole time, her legs had grown weak and her vision had become blurry.

figure out a way to deal with this, she finally picked up

thought of how useless she had always been.

call could go through, Emily heard a commotion just outside

you can't go

"It's prohibited!"

to Emily's office flew open. In seconds, the once quiet room was filled with reporters holding microphones and cameras