Chapter 8
Carla.
That name hadn’t crossed my mind in a long time.
But it hadn’t faded from my memory either. After all, she was the one who killed my child.
She got what was coming to her.
And I couldn’t be happier.
On the other end of the line, Nikki continued with her gossip, clearly enjoying it.
“Do you remember when you left the pack, and the Pack enforcers were about to arrest Carla?”
I nodded. “I remember.”
At the time, I had just gathered the evidence, but I hadn’t had the chance to report it before I was seriously injured and hospitalized. Finally, Adam had beaten me to it.
“Well, Carla really has some tricks up her sleeve. She couldn’t handle the pressure of being hunted, and she couldn’t bear the thought of spending the rest of her life in Pack Prison, so she found a smuggler to help her escape the country.”
Before she left, Carla sold off three luxury cars Adam had given her.
During the years Adam spoiled her, Carla had made a tidy profit for herself.
Carla had planned to settle down in some nice, quiet place abroad and live out the rest of her life.
But when the smuggler found how generous she was with her spending, and how her suitcase was full of luxury items and jewelry, he
decided to make a bold move.
Without hesitation, he completely cleaned her out.
If it weren’t for Carla lying and claiming she had HIV, she might not have even made it out of that situation alive.
Once she managed to get to her new country, she thought about going to the police, but with her illegal immigrant status, walking into the Pack Enforcement Office would be like walking into a trap.
Left with no choice, she had to swallow her misfortune.
To survive, she used the little money she had left to call in favors and secure a fake identity, then bouncing from one hospital to
another.
She was confident that with her reputation at the pack hospital, she would easily find a place wherever she went.
Nikki couldn’t help but sneer as she spoke.
“Carla has some nerve. Does she even realize how she got promoted to the head doctor position at the pack hospital in the first place?”
“Who didn’t know that all the difficult surgeries she handled‘ were actually done by you?”
I held the phone, my mind drifting back to those days.
Back then, Carla had been hired as an intern pack doctor, but Adam had made an exception for her.
I suppose he was worried that it she messed up, it would ruin the pack hospital’s reputation So, he forced me to always be present during her surgeries.
I was supposed to assist, but Carla would always find some excuse for me to take the lead on the surgeries. Then, at the end, she would push her way forward to take the credit.
I’d be exhausted after every major surgery.
Yet she rushed out first to meet the patient’s family, basking in their gratitude. With her smooth words and charm, she almost immediately made them believe she was the one who saved the patient.
I brought this up with Adam.
If Carla had real skill, I wouldn’t care who took the credit.
it she w
But
was nothing but a fraud, and yet she carried herself as if she were the best.
I knew, sooner or later, an innocent patient would pay the price for her arrogance and incompetence.
At first, Adam was dismissive, offering weak reassurances that he would think about it.
But later, when I reminded him again, it turned into impatient insults.
“Laura, are you serious? Carla’s just younger and more skilled than you. Why are you so jealous? Why are you talking behind her back?” After that, I stopped saving anything
And Carla, believing every surgery was a result of her “talent,” started to think that the success of those surgeries was all due to her.
So, during that surgery for a mate of the medical dispute family, Carla, afraid I would steal the credit, specifically told Adam not to let me participate.
As a result, an innocent life was lost under her scalpel
And, tragically, even my child, who was still in my womb, perished along with it.
Nikki laughed, clearly enjoying the karmic justice.
“She sent out resumes to several major pack hospitals, but after just one surgery, they fired her. No reputable hospital would hire her after that.”
“Then she ended up hopping around unlicensed black–market clinics, performing shady transplant surgeries on rogues or dangerous werewolves. With her level of skill, there was no way she could handle such complicated surgeries.”
“Eventually, of course, one of her surgeries failed, and an angry rogue shot her on the spot.
