Chapter <b>235 </b>
“Mrs. Mercado’s medical records <b>stated </b>that she was allergic to propofol. Any doctor or nurse who had seen it would have known. But you named Malia take propofol. Isn’t this clearly abusing medication and trying <b>to </b>harm us?”
let that nurse
The assistant doctor didn’t give her any face, almost pointing at her nose and cursing loudly.
Faced with the usations of those around her, Caroline at that moment felt <b>as </b>if she were being criticized by a thousand people, her face turning pale. She loosened her clenched hands, her eyes reddening, I didn’t see the records, I really didn’t know that Mrs. Mercado was allergic to propofol Someone must be trying to harm me!”
She grabbed Jaxson’s arm and said, “Jaxson, I really don’t know, you have to believe me…”
Malia was brought over by the assistant doctor, who asked her to recount the words Caroline had <b>said </b>to her when she <b>was </b>getting the medicine. Caroline’s expression froze the moment she saw her.
Malia lowered his head and felt very regretful, “Ms. Warren told me that it was just a little propofol, only causing a slight allergy, not fatal.” Jaxson looked at Caroline, his deep eyes showing a hint ofplexity.
Caroline shook her head, tears rolling down one by <b>one</b>, I didn’t say that, it wasn’t me Jaxson, she framed me!”
As the discussion grew louder, Charlotte sneered, “What reason does a new intern have to frame you? If she frames you, what can she gain?”
Charlotte! Caroline said with a sob, “I know you’ve always had a grudge against me, but your brother kidnapped me. I am the victim here. Your parents
came to warn me to <b>leave </b>Jaxson, I am also <b>a </b>victim! And I didn’t know your dad had a heart attack. His death, <b>what </b>does it <b>have </b>to do with me?”
“Is it because your father died that you hate me, me me, <b>and </b>now <b>want </b>to frame me?”
She cried very sadly, as if she had suffered a great grievance.