Ana's POV
The director's statement hit Ridley like a slap. He clearly hadn't anticipated that I possessed such genuine medical expertise.
I could see the moment it dawned on him—by destroying my right hand, he'd obliterated my entire profession.
Guilt flickered across his features. He must have realized I should've had a brilliant future ahead of me.
Aileen plastered on fake shock as she studied me. "You're really that talented? Why keep it from us? We're family—your success should make us proud too."
Her gaze slid toward the director with calculated cunning. "You and the director seem quite... close."
Her insinuation was crystal clear. If I truly had such skills, why hide them? Obviously, I must've used some underhanded method to cozy up to the director, who was now covering for me.
Ridley's guilt evaporated instantly. "Ana, why can't you just admit you're not as capable as you pretend? Think these little schemes will impress me? Keep dreaming."
