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.

phone when she entered her office. With a trembling hand, she closed the door and

her screen was filled with pictures of a familiar scene. She couldn't believe her eyes. Although she knew what had really happened, in the pictures, she seemed to be pushing the patient down.

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

Emily pushing down the man were discussed. Suddenly, she stopped

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 being beaten by

in reality,

she had forgotten that she was still on a call with Rita. Trying

worry about me. I'll find out what happened. I'll call you later.

down. The lines on her face grew deeper with

set her up. Panicking now would only

never let the enemy win. But what should

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

were trying to ruin her might get to the tapes first. If that happened, then there would be

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

bumped right into a man who was on his way in. He was

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

no attention to the man as she ran past him

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

at the staff and said, "Someone help me pull out the surveillance tapes of the free

difficult for her to breathe. She was hoping that

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,

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

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

figure out a way to deal with

thought of how useless she had always been. She could do nothing but rely

go through, Emily heard a commotion just outside her door. It grew louder

can't

"It's prohibited!"

best to control the crowd, the doors to Emily's office flew open. In seconds,