re steady, my mind sharp. I saved lives. My career was everything, but my fami

alpractice suit didn't care about the truth. They framed me. My medical lic

meant to be for smiles and laughter, turned into a nightmare. A group of drunk thugs start

rd. She fell into a coma. Little Lily, witnessing it all, was traumatized. The bright,

a joke. A fifty-thousand-dollar fine. That wa

therapy. With my license gone, I couldn't practice medicine. I took whatever j

cal summit, working as a temporary server. I was balancing a

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silent hall. It was loud enough to wake the dead.

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the manager muttered to himself as he turned away. "The

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sped. The quiet murmur turn

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licker of panic in her eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by a mask of

d an air of power and arrogance. He stopped in front of me and handed me

me, his expression

summit with experts from various countri

ay. As they pulled me toward the exit, I h

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a server's uniform, looking at the familiar yet strange

me. The woman who promised to share

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