Chapter 3

The vase shattered into pieces on the floor, and bright red blood slowly dripped down Margot's forehead. Vera's mother, Winnie Lloyd, stared at Margot with a twisted expression. "You little bitch, did you sabotage my surgery? Why does my chest hurt so much?" Margot clenched her fists, her gaze cold as she looked at the woman on the bed. She had lost her sister and performed surgery for 12 straight hours to save this woman's life. And now the first thing this woman did upon waking was accuse her. Margot explained, "Pain after surgery is completely normal. Since you still have the energy to curse at me, I'd say you're perfectly fine." As she turned to leave, Vera blocked her path. "Dr. Monroe, if you don't examine my mother, I'm afraid you won't have much to report to Cameron." Margot didn't want to cause any more trouble before the divorce was finalized. So, she suppressed her anger and walked toward the bed. The moment she took out her stethoscope, Winnie suddenly raised her hand and slapped Margot across the face. "Do you even know what you're doing? They say you're some genius who studied abroad, and all you do is pull out a stethoscope? Are you mocking me?" Margot clutched her reddened, swollen face and glared at the woman on the bed with fury. "Mrs. Sanders, if you question my abilities, you can request a different doctor. But you've assaulted me multiple times now, and that's a threat to my safety." As soon as the words left her mouth, another sharp slap rang out. Winnie struck her again. "So what if I hit you? What are you going to do, sue me? Have you forgotten how your sister died? Who knows, maybe next time it'll be you fooling around with men at some guesthouse." Winnie looked at Margot smugly. She continued, "Then again, it runs in your family, doesn't it? Your mother was a scammer who deserved to get hit by a car. Your sister was a shameless whore who sold herself. I guess you're no different." Hearing the people who killed her mother and sister now mocking them, Margot lunged forward like a madwoman and wrapped her hands around Winnie's throat. Margot yelled, "You're the ones who killed them! What right do you have to insult them? I saved your life, and I can just as easily send you to hell!" Suddenly, a forceful shove sent her flying backward. Her entire body slammed into the bedside table, and a searing pain coursed through her. Cameron stood in front of the bed, shielding Vera and her mother behind him. He looked at Margot with disgust. He said, "Margot, I thought you'd changed after what happened to Eloise. But here you are, even worse than before, attacking a patient. You've disappointed me beyond words." Vera threw herself into Cameron's arms, sobbing pitifully. "Cameron, I don't know why Dr. Monroe suddenly went crazy. But my mother just had major surgery. Her body can't handle this kind of stress!" Cameron looked at the tearful Vera and immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. He turned to Margot with cold eyes. "Margot, apologize!" he yelled. Margot clenched her fists, struggling to keep the tears from falling as she stared at Cameron defiantly. "Why should I? Why should I apologize to the people who have killed my family?" Cameron's expression darkened as he looked at Margot, then raised his hand slightly toward the bodyguards behind him. "Since my wife refuses to apologize, take her to kneel at the estate chapel. She can come out when she realizes her mistake." At the mention of the estate chapel, Margot's pupils contracted sharply. The chapel was a forbidden ground in the Reid residence, and Cameron had kept two mastiffs there as guards. Those mastiffs were extremely vicious. Every year, multiple people were mauled by them Margot looked at Cameron with fear in her eyes. "Cameron, you can't send me to the estate chapel!" However, Cameron didn't even glance at her. And so, Margot was practically dragged there. The moment she entered, the two mastiffs stared at her like starving demons, their eyes gleaming in the darkness. Margot turned to run, but the bodyguards shut the heavy doors of the estate chapel without hesitation. "Cameron, you can't do this to me! I can't stay here! I'll die!" she yelled. The wound on Margot's forehead hadn't been treated yet, and the scent of blood still lingered. The moment the two dogs caught the smell, they lunged at her. One dog clamped down hard on Margot's right hand while the other pinned her body down, leaving her completely immobilized. The mastiff's 180-pound weight pressed down on her chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. She endured the excruciating pain and pounded on the estate chapel doors. "Cameron, save me! The dogs have gone crazy!" However, the voice that answered from behind the door was Vera's gentle tone. "Cameron, I remember the dogs were so obedient when I gave them to you! How could they possibly hurt anyone?" Hearing Vera say this, Cameron's voice grew stern. "Margot, stop playing games. When you realize your mistake, I'll let you out." Then, she heard the sound of two sets of footsteps walking away. Margot felt as though she'd fallen into an ice-cold pit. So, he thought even her pleas for help were just manipulation. The next second, she heard a sickening crack. The wrist the dog had clamped onto seemed to snap, and the tearing pain nearly made her lose consciousness. She didn't even have the strength left to call for help. Crimson blood flowed continuously, and Margot's consciousness began to fade. Before she blacked out, she thought she saw Cameron burst through the doors like a madman and pull her tightly into his arms. "Margot, I'm sorry!" he cried.