Seven Years of Marriage Seven Years Of Lies Novel by Egg Tart

Chapter 6



“So, the child…” he started.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his pupils quivered.

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I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

I said, “The child? Haven’t I said it already? It’s dead. Died in the car crash.

“Did you already forget the video you just watched? With that kind of crushing, how could there be chance of survival? Aren’t you a doctor? Can’t you figure it out?”

Zayne’s face turned visibly pale.

His lips trembled.

He opened and closed his mouth but couldn’t say anything.

He looked exactly like he did back when Jodie left for abroad, and I found him drunk on the side of the road.

He swallowed a few times.

Finally, he managed to say, “I rushed over. I didn’t watch the video carefully. I thought it was fake. I can explain. I did go out to save someone, but it wasn’t for any personal reasons. I had no hidden agenda. You know how seriously I take my work.”

Hearing him say this, all I felt was bitter irony.

In our time together, he had told me countless times that I had saved him when Jodie left.

He made me believe that I was his salvation.

Yet now, even when it came to a matter of life and death, I had to provide proof just to make him believe me.

At this point, our relationship was no different than that of enemies.

Zayne had finally sobered up a little.

Robert grabbed him and dragged him out of the room.

Robert said, “Stop upsetting the patient.

“You should be spending your time explaining yourself to the reporters. The hospital’s been in chaos because of you.

“Our head has been covering for you for hours now, and if you don’t clear this up, don’t even think about coming back to work.

The echo of their voices faded away as their footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

Outside, reporters had flooded the hospital lobby, turning the once–empty space into a crowd–filled scene.

The staff on duty wore solemn expressions.

The hospital had never faced such a crisis in its history.

Zayne was dragged to the scene by Robert, who briefly introduced him as the husband of the woman in the video and an emergency room doctor at the hospital.

Zayne was shoved straight into the mob of reporters.

The instant he was pushed forward, the atmosphere exploded.

Microphones from different news outlets were shoved into his face.

Their questions came in like arrows.

“Is it true that your relationship with your wife fell apart, and you deliberately told the ER not to answer her call?”

“Did you plan this from the start? Has the car been inspected for foul play?”

“Was it an accident, or was it intentional?”

Each question was sharper than the last, and before Zayne could even think of an answer, the next one was hurled at him.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, quickly soaking into his collar.

He looked conflicted, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the words out.

The reporters pressed in on him, surrounding him.

With nowhere else to retreat, Zayne backed himself into a corner.

The frustration and anger in his eyes were about to erupt.

Just then, I emerged from the hospital room, supporting myself on the wall as I walked. I made my way to the nurse’s station and borrowed a megaphone.


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