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The man who charged forward with the attack was the younger one. Wilfred had momentarily let his guard down, not expecting such a sudden outburst.

The wooden stick struck him squarely on the back with a dull thud, causing him to grunt in pain.

Karina froze, her mind going blank in shock. She rushed to Wilfred's side, supporting him as best she could. "Dr. Wilfred, are you okay? Why would you take the hit for me?"

Wilfred straightened up, his expression calm despite the obvious pain. Even now, he had the composure to explain. "It wasn't for you. The attack was meant for me from the start."

He glanced briefly at his back, his gaze darkening. It hurt a lot but he wasn't an ordinary person. As someone who had endured far worse as Pharaoh's former test subject, he was accustomed to such pain. That didn't mean he wasn't angry.

Wilfred turned his icy gaze to the young man who had attacked him, his penetrating eyes enough to make the assailant hesitate for a brief moment.

But it was only a moment.

"This is all your fault, you quack!" the man shouted, his voice thick with rage. "My sister was only nineteen, and now she's dead because of you! If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive and well. You and your greedy, heartless hospital deserve to burn!" Karina stepped forward, her voice trembling with indignation. "How can you be so sure it's the hospital's fault? We do everything we can to save lives!"

to speak. "Who else could it be? My daughter had liver issues, and your hospital said she needed a transplant. The surgery was scheduled for two weeks later, but her condition worsened,

his brows, listening carefully as the grieving mother

silence might

Wilfred wouldn't be negligent. There had to be a misunderstanding

voice breaking. "We borrowed money from every relative we could to cover the surgery costs. That same day, my

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Without it, the outcome could've been

anger. She screamed, her voice raw with grief. "At least she would have had more time! Instead, she came out of surgery fine but spiked a high fever that night! A fever!

anguish, her sobs shaking her entire frame. Her husband and son supported her, their faces etched with pain

rage once more

told us only you could handle the surgery, but you were nowhere to be found. If you had been there, my