chapter 3
In my previous life, after Camila uploaded this video to social media, my wrongdoing sparked outrage across the internet.
The enraged parents, blinded by fury, poured gasoline on me right at the trial and burned me alive.
The pain of the scorching flames searing my soul in my past life still makes me tremble all over when I think about it now.
Ezra's eyes were filled with undisguised amusement, though his face still feigned righteous indignation. "Hannah, we've been together for so many years, and I only just realized how vicious and cold-blooded you are."
Camila chimed in, "Hannah, you're the department head. You're the only one with emergency access to the ward. Who else could it be but you?"
The families, stirred up by them, were overwhelmed with emotions, their eyes burning with the fire of revenge, as if they were ready to tear me apart and devour me the next moment.
They gradually closed in on me at the center of the crowd.
At that moment, a stern shout rang out, "Stop it!"
Julian shielded me behind him. "This is a hospital. Who gave you permission to cause such a scene?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of security guards holding electric batons appeared behind him.
I took the chance to ask, "What makes you say I committed arson? Did anyone see me start the fire with their own eyes?"
In my past life, I was inexplicably labeled a murderer. In this life, I will never let them falsely accuse me again.
Camila refused to back down. "Stop making excuses. That sneaky figure I saw after work yesterday was you."
Hearing this, a security guard with bloodshot eyes stepped forward excitedly. "You can't just accuse someone without proof."
"Our hospital's inpatient department locks the doors at nine every night. After nine, no one is allowed in or out, and it's strictly guarded. Besides, the fire happened at eleven. What evidence do you have that it was one of our patients who went out and started it?"
Camila trembled in fear at the security guard's imposing manner, while Ezra's face darkened as he played a surveillance video.
In the video, I was wearing a white coat, skillfully avoiding the on-duty nurse's line of sight as I slipped into the children's ward. Shortly after, thick black smoke started seeping through the door crack.
The hospital's surveillance was very high-definition, clearly showing the hospital gown worn under the white coat, with several large burn holes on the pant legs from flames.
Even though I experienced this once in my previous life, I still couldn't help but feel a bit shocked.
If the security hadn't also pulled up footage of me resting in the ward during the same time, I would have doubted whether I was sleepwalking.
The scene fell into dead silence.
"How can there be two Dr. Stevens?"
"Which video is real?"
The family members, originally full of indignation, were also confused.
Ezra confidently pointed at me. "I'm her boyfriend of ten years, how could I not tell which one is her?"
"She's the one who set the hospital on fire, I'm sure of it!"