The Conspiracy Behind Aileen's Death

"Something is happening to Aileen."

Alina concluded in a serious tone.

"Someone in this hospital wants her dead."

She was still thinking about the mysterious message she had received. The sender was unknown, the source untraceable. But one thing was certain—this was no coincidence.

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A Few Hours Later

Alina sat in the cafeteria, calmly enjoying her breakfast. Until suddenly—

"Emergency! Make way! The patient is critically injured!"

A nurse rushed through the hall, pushing a wheeled stretcher toward the ER. The atmosphere turned chaotic.

Alina glanced briefly.

But as the injured patient passed her, something made her heart skip a beat.

The old man on the stretcher clutched a nurse's hand. His lips moved, his voice weak, barely audible.

"Aileen... you're in danger..."

"They want to kill you..."

Alina froze.

Who is this man? How does he know about Aileen?

And more importantly... who are "they"?

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Emergency Room

Alina stood in the corner of the room, watching the old man now lying on a hospital bed, breathing through a ventilator. The gunshot wound on his body was severe, but he was still alive—for now.

"He knows Aileen." She muttered under her breath. "He knows something."

But before she could act, someone entered the room.

Dr. Richard Calloway.

The senior doctor walked in with a serious expression. "His condition is critical. We need to stabilize him immediately."

Alina studied him closely. Something felt off.

His words sounded like those of a concerned doctor… but his eyes?

There was no worry. No urgency. Only certainty.

As if he already knew this patient wasn't going to make it.

The nurses got to work, but one thing stood out to Alina.

Dr. Calloway wasn't doing anything.

As a senior doctor, he should be assisting in the emergency procedure. But he just stood there, silently observing.

And when the heart monitor started to flatline… instead of panicking, his expression looked almost—satisfied.

"He wants this man dead."

Alina's old instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, she moved toward the nurse holding a syringe filled with a sedative for the patient.

"Give it to me," she said, taking the syringe.

The nurse hesitated. "But Doctor, you're still recovering—"

"The patient's safety comes first," Alina cut her off.

The nurse obeyed.

Alina pretended to administer the shot to the patient, but in a flash—

She spun around and stabbed the needle into Dr. Calloway's wrist.

"Argh!"

The man flinched, stepping back, eyes burning with fury.

Alina smiled nonchalantly. "Oops. Wrong injection."

The entire room fell silent in confusion. Meanwhile, Dr. Calloway's balance wavered.

Leaning in close, Alina whispered, "Relax, it's just a small dose. Just enough to make you dizzy for a few minutes."

She locked eyes with him. "Just enough time for me to save this patient's life—and find out what you're hiding."

Dr. Calloway clenched his jaw, struggling to fight the drug's effects, but his body refused to cooperate. He stumbled back, cursing under his breath.

Meanwhile, Alina immediately took charge. With the help of another doctor, she successfully stabilized the patient.

When the heart monitor returned to a steady rhythm, she exhaled in relief. Still alive.

But when she turned back toward Dr. Calloway—

He was gone.

"Damn it."

Her fists clenched.

This wasn't just about Aileen anymore.

It was bigger than she had thought.

And if there was one thing she knew—they wouldn't let her live if she kept digging deeper.

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A Few Hours Later

Alina sat in her room, staring blankly at the wall. Too many questions. Too few answers.

Dr. Calloway was suspicious.

The old man knew something.

And someone wanted Aileen dead.

If this were her old world, Alina Devereaux would have already devised a strategy, interrogated suspects, and eliminated threats one by one.

But she wasn't Alina Devereaux anymore.

Now, she was Dr. Aileen Monroe.

A surgeon.

Someone who was supposed to save lives, not take them.

"Damn it."

That thought haunted her.

She opened her laptop and started searching for more information on the real Aileen Monroe.

It didn't take long before she found something interesting.

Aileen Monroe wasn't just an ordinary doctor.

She was known for being relentless, incorruptible, always chasing the truth.

She had rejected lucrative offers from pharmaceutical companies and even investigated corruption within this very hospital.

And then… the "accident" happened.

Alina narrowed her eyes. "An accident? Or an attempted murder?"

Her blood ran cold.

The criminal underworld and the medical world weren't so different.

Both were filled with betrayal and conspiracies.

Her phone suddenly vibrated.

Unknown number.

Her heartbeat quickened.

She answered. "Hello?"

Silence.

Then, a low, raspy voice spoke.

"Stop digging… if you want to stay alive."