The next day, Hope Williams went to the hospital for work as usual.
Seeing Hope there, everyone looked stunned, unable to believe that she would come to work at the hospital at such a time.
With all the uproar online and people causing disturbances in the hospital yesterday, shouldn’t Hope deal with her issues with Vivia Fuller first? How could she still be in the mood to work?
Hope noticed the stares from around her, and as usual, she proceeded calmly.
She encountered a doctor from the same department who approached her and asked, "Director, why are you still coming to work?"
Hope smiled lightly, "Why not? I don’t believe I have been fired yet."
"It’s not that, but the issue online is causing quite a stir. Aren’t you going to avoid the situation for now?"
"There’s nothing to avoid if I am innocent; moreover, it’s not worth delaying my patients’ conditions over this trivial matter," Hope replied in a relaxed tone, her voice showing no signs of being affected by the situation.
Watching Hope walk away, several people couldn’t help but gather together and whisper, "Director Williams really isn’t ordinary. If it were me facing this kind of situation, I would be panicked to death, but she seems unaffected."
"As the Director said, ’the innocent need not hide.’ This must all be a drama concocted by that woman, the Director doesn’t even bother with her."
"It’s always the same, isn’t it? Whenever there’s trouble, it’s this Miss Fuller causing trouble again. It must be the same this time."
"But don’t say that, something about this time seems different. Director Williams hasn’t made any clarifications so far, and it’s true that Miss Fuller saved Young Madam Lewis’s children. Could there be a possibility it’s real?"
"Ah, it’s hard to say, but I still want to believe in Director Williams. She’s so gentle and kind, and visibly fragile, needing protection. She couldn’t possibly do anything cruel."
"Let’s hope so, although the Lewis Family has already announced a press conference three days from now. This matter should be resolved then."
"Let’s just wait and see."
In Vivia Fuller’s hospital room.
Vivia Fuller lay on the hospital bed, her head wrapped in thick gauze, her face pale and weak, a visage of sickness. Vivia had suffered numerous injuries these days, yet her resilience in holding up is quite extraordinary.
However, her pale face made her look even more pitiful and frail.
A group of reporters with equipment surrounded her, eager to interview her.
"Miss Fuller, have you recovered normally now?"
Vivia shifted her position slightly and looked fearfully towards Henry Fuller, who was staring at her intently from the back.
Henry’s gaze was full of warning.
Vivia averted her gaze fearfully.
Vivia pursed her dry, pale lips, "I don’t know what happened to me earlier, but according to my family, I started having issues with my mind after I fell down the stairs trying to save someone. Luckily, by some twist of fate, I accidentally fell down the stairs last night, and when I woke up, I felt quite normal."
Vivia’s voice was soft and weak. She was forcefully awakened, and now her mind still felt dizzy, her body felt like it was crushed by wheels, and all sore.
The reporters were dubious about what Vivia mentioned, doubting that a fall could correct a mental issue; it seemed too... odd.
But since she claimed so and the doctors confirmed she was normal, it probably wasn’t fraudulent.
Despite having doubts, they couldn’t pinpoint any fault.
The reporters didn’t know what to say.
"So, Miss Fuller, what is your attitude now towards what Young Madam Lewis, Hope Williams, has done to you?"
Tears fell from Vivia’s eyes, "I don’t know what all took place when I wasn’t in my right mind. I desperately saved her children, yet she treated me . I’m truly disheartened, so I will not forgive the things she has done to me."