Fatal Oversight
Language: en
My husband is a man of great prestige, a distinguished professor of medicine. When our tour bus flipped, his first instinct was to shield the young female student sitting in the row ahead of us. I was left behind, critically injured, clinging to life. When I finally woke up, he was tending to me while correcting his favorite student’s research paper. "Don't overthink it, Riley. I just appreciate her talent." He didn't even look up. "Abigail just published three international papers; she has a brilliant future ahead of her. She was the one who performed your surgery. It was…