Rosemary's heart ached as she watched the grieving families, their tears flowing freely. She made a solemn vow, "We will get to the bottom of this. Rest assured, if there's any responsibility on our part, we
won't shy away from it. But mark my words, this smacks of a smear campaign against the Collins family. Whoever is behind this, we'll hunt them down and bring them to justice."
Just then, a familiar doctor rushed over, urgency in his voice, "Ms. Rose, you've arrived just in time. One of the car accident victims is in critical condition, hanging by a thread. Could you take a look?"
The families clamored with concern, "Is it my daughter?"
"Dr. Benedict, please tell me, is it my son? I'm the father of the patient in bed 18."
"My husband was brought in for emergency surgery this morning. Is it him you're talking about?"
"It's the patient in bed 19. Please, everyone, keep calm," Dr. Benedict explained, then turned to Rosemary, "Ms. Rose, can you help?"
