Three years ago, when Hattie was imprisoned, the internet was filled with criticisms of her. Three years later, she reappeared online, but this time with a different perspective towards her.
Regardless of the chaos online or the comments from netizens, Hattie paid no attention. She disliked facing the media, but this time, she had to use the media to strike a significant blow to Fiona.
Perhaps Fiona had Harry’s protection, which prevented her from going to jail, but she couldn’t escape the online violence. Sometimes, online violence could be just as deadly.
Moreover, being implicated by Fiona, Harry’s company might also suffer.
Harry asked her if he cut off one of Fiona’s fingers, would that be enough for her to let Fiona go.
A joke. She let Fiona go, but who would let her go? Besides, it wasn’t her who cut off the finger that belonged to Fiona.
Hattie had been lying in bed for too long when suddenly she was moved onto a wheelchair. Her body felt weak, and her blood seemed to rush to her brain all at once, causing dizziness and black spots in front of her eyes. She stumbled and nearly fell off the wheelchair if not for the nurse who was watching her from behind and extended her hand in time. Of course, even if the nurse didn’t reach out, Hattie wouldn’t have fallen because Harry had been by her side all along.
Hattie only grabbed the nurse’s wrist and said, “Please, push me outside.”
“Sit tight.” The wind outside was a bit cold, and the nurse was afraid Hattie might catch a cold, so she draped a thin blanket over her.
“Okay.” Hattie didn’t even glance at Harry.
As they exited the ward, Harry followed behind her, keeping his distance.
The nurse whispered to Hattie, “He’s still following behind.”
“Let him. He has a pair of legs, and I can’t break them to stop him from following me,” Hattie replied.
The nurse nodded, noticing Hattie’s pale complexion. In the ward, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but out in the corridor, whether it was due to the lighting or not, it felt like Hattie’s complexion could collapse from low blood pressure at any moment.
“Miss Mason, are you feeling uncomfortable? I heard there are many people outside, lots of journalists with cameras and onlookers. I’m worried about you. Some media outlets can be harsh, and you’ve just had surgery. You should be resting in bed…”
“I’ve been to prison.”
The nurse was momentarily taken aback by Hattie’s words.
Leaning against the wheelchair, Hattie gazed towards the end of the corridor and said, “I’ve heard all kinds of ugly things in prison. Now, I’m not afraid.”
Hattie didn’t really want to talk about her time in prison. Regardless of whether others minded that she was a former convict, revealing it was like tearing open a scar.
Indeed, after she spoke those words, the nurse fell silent.
Hattie lowered her eyes, and her hands on her knees involuntarily clenched into fists. “Do you hate me now?”
“No,” the nurse shook her head. “Your past has nothing to do with me. Why should I care that you were in prison before? You’re just a patient now, and my responsibility.”
A faint smile appeared on Hattie’s face as she suddenly saw a reflection of herself in the nurse.
As a child, she had always wanted to be various people, but as she grew older, she realized she just wanted to go back to being a carefree child.
Unfortunately, those good days were gone forever.
“I went to prison because I stabbed Harry 29 times,” Hattie confessed.
The nurse wasn’t afraid of her statement or sympathetic towards Harry’s plight. In fact, she quipped, “With a big guy like him, stabbing him 29 times was letting him off easy.”
This comment elicited a laugh from Hattie, perhaps because of the nurse’s choice of words, “big guy.”
“Nowadays, pork prices have gone up. A pork trotter costs fifty or sixty dollars. He’s not worth it,” Hattie remarked with a chuckle.
The nurse nodded in agreement, “Then he’s just a smelly, arrogant jerk.”
At this moment, the nurse didn’t even care if Harry might overhear her insults. She just spoke her mind.
Harry, who had been following closely behind, stopped in his tracks. Listening to Hattie and the nurse exchanging banter and insults towards him, he felt a slight pang in his heart. Not because of the derogatory remarks, but because Hattie seemed to have a better relationship with someone she had met only two days ago.
“Maybe when you stabbed him 29 times, you didn’t hate him that much. If you truly hated someone, or if a person’s heart was utterly wicked, let alone 29 stabs, just one stab would be enough to kill them,” the nurse murmured to herself.
This time, Hattie fell silent, seemingly lost in memories. It was only when the nurse pushed her into the elevator and down to the first floor that she spoke, “Perhaps, back then, I didn’t hate him so much. That’s why I avoided vital points with the 29 stabs. Now that I truly hate him, I can’t even stab him once.”
The nurse was left dumbfounded. Hattie gently pushed her hand away and maneuvered the wheelchair slowly out.
As soon as Hattie appeared, sharp-eyed reporters spotted her. “Hattie’s out, quick, take pictures!”
Back when Hattie was imprisoned, everyone cursed her for stabbing the man who raised her, Harry, 29 times, without knowing the reason behind it.
Now, through Max, Hattie had met a journalist who diligently listened to her recount the events of these years-every detail, including an accurate timeline. Using the nurse’s phone, Hattie logged into her email and sent all the information to him.
The journalist then shared each piece of information Hattie had provided. He originally thought he might make some headlines, but he quickly realized he didn’t need to. The moment he released the information, it captured the attention of many.
Not everyone believed her, though. Those who had once wished for Hattie’s death were still holding onto their grudges and wished for her demise.
It wasn’t for the sake of justice but as an outlet for their emotions. And now that Hattie had sparked back into the limelight, they seized the opportunity to attack her relentlessly.
However, upon inspection, besides those 29 stabs, Hattie hadn’t done anything wrong. From childhood to now, if one were to present all the awards she had received, whether in school or at work, wasn’t she outstanding?
She was the most exceptional surgical expert, having performed countless operations that saved numerous lives.
Now, Hattie was prepared to reveal the hidden truths behind those 29 stabs, the sick relationship between him and Harry, and the hardships she had endured all this time.
Many people grew anxious. If Hattie was truly innocent, then wouldn’t they have played a part in fueling the flames of evil?
They couldn’t accept that their attacks were on an innocent person. At this point, they actually wished for Hattie to be guilty so they could continue justifying their actions.