Kristina quickly protested, her voice trembling. “It wasn’t me! I was just changing the IV bottle this morning. Does glancing at the door make me guilty?” She fought to steady herself, desperately searching for a believable excuse. “If just looking at the door can get me convicted, that’s ridiculous.”
Magda hesitated, examining the footage again. Kristina wasn’t entirely wrong—the video didn’t conclusively prove anything. “Miss Bailey, do you have any more concrete evidence?” Magda asked cautiously.
Katelyn smirked at Kristina, her expression filled with mockery. “You won’t accept the truth until it’s staring you in the face, will you?” She had no patience for people who refused to admit their mistakes, even when the proof was undeniable. If she didn’t have enough evidence, why would she have challenged them in the first place?
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Katelyn reached into her bag, pulled out two documents, and dropped them onto the table. “I retrieved the medication Kristina administered to Mrs. Wheeler this morning. The analysis revealed two additional substances that Dr. Hades did not prescribe.”
“What’s happening here?”
After pinpointing Kristina as a suspect, Katelyn had initiated an investigation into the medication. Kristina’s eyes widened with fear. Damn it. How had Katelyn gathered so much evidence? Wasn’t she supposed to know nothing about medicine? Who could have taught her all this? Could it be Hades?
Struggling to defend herself, Kristina stammered, “I don’t know what’s happening. These were all prescribed by the doctor. I just followed the usual steps to prepare and administer the medication. If you want to investigate, look into who messed with the drugs. It wasn’t me.”
Her words only deepened the unease. The more she spoke, the guiltier she seemed, unable to meet Katelyn’s piercing gaze. Her nervous demeanor made Magda even more suspicious.
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“You’re in charge of preparing the medication, and now you’re saying someone else tampered with it? Do you really think we’re that naive?” Magda’s voice was firm, the trust she had in Kristina visibly eroding.
Katelyn scoffed, a cold laugh escaping her lips.
“I’m not involved in this. You’ve got the wrong person!” Kristina’s voice rose with anger, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her. “Katelyn, I’ve tried to stay calm with you. Do you even realize you’re harassing me? If you don’t stop, I’ll call the police.”
Kristina, who had initially been against involving the police, now used it as a threat, driven by fear. What she couldn’t bear was the sight of Magda, who had stood by her moments ago, now beginning to pull away. The evidence on the table had planted seeds of doubt in everyone’s minds.
Katelyn observed Kristina’s desperate act with an unreadable expression, her silence amplifying the tension in the room.
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