Chapter 137 Don't Force My Hand

• "Shut up!" Beatrice was trembling with anger. "What gives you the right to criticize my qualifications? Don't you know how many research papers I've written, and how many lives I've saved as a consequence of that? You, on the other hand, rely on getting pregnant to elevate your status. You are in no position to insult me! So what if I put the anesthetic in your medical kit? I did ten cranial surgeries in a row that day, and I put the anesthetic in the wrong place. It's at most an accident."
• Gloria had torn apart Beatrice's image of an elegant and refined woman and shattered her ego. Beatrice could not be bothered to put up with the act anymore.
• The smile on Gloria's face gradually faded away. What replaced it was a cold and penetrating gaze.