Nora’s face hardened.
“Now I can see what you got out of it. I’m reporting you to the hospital.”
She walked away before I could respond.
That night, I entered the inheritance amount into my loan calculator. My balance disappeared, and for a moment, I imagined finally giving my parents a comfortable life.
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Then guilt set in.
The next morning, I called the lawyer and refused the inheritance.
I also called Nora, hoping she’d reconsider her complaint.
“Refusing it now proves nothing,” she said. “You got caught.”
I couldn’t convince her otherwise.
When I arrived at the hospital, my supervisor, Dr. Patel, was waiting for me.
“Your patients have been reassigned. I need your badge.”
She reminded me that marrying a patient crossed a professional boundary, even though I’d transferred her care.
