Back to the Past: Revealing the Faker

I took two steps backward and started screaming at the doctors and nurses, "What is wrong with the hospital? This is not my mother-in-law!"

My voice successfully attracted the attention of the other patients' visiting family members. One of them was even a well-known online personality, Paul Brogan.

And just like in the past life, he immediately whipped out his phone and started live-streaming everything to his platforms as soon as he smelled the drama about to happen.

Gary looked at a loss for what to do. He tugged at my arm and said, "Can you please stop making a fuss? We can always go back and discuss things!"

I shook him off and started interrogating the doctors and nurses at the scene. "How do you even do your jobs? You had literally one job, and you lost Meryl! Where is she?

"I heard that hospitals often worked with black markets to sell off their organs! You sold my mother-in-law's organs to the black market, didn't you? Poor Meryl! Poor Meryl indeed!"

I cried hysterically.

The doctors and nurses exchanged glances and immediately denied it, "No, it wasn't us! Your husband was the one who started to wail as soon as he saw the body! We naturally thought you were the deceased's family members!"

I turned and glared at Gary at once.

More and more people were gathering outside the hospital ward, and Gary was starting to break out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly explained, "Maybe Mom's body has already been sent to the morgue. I must have made a mistake in my haste."

I knew that this was just his excuse. I knew I had arrived earlier than expected, so they didn't have enough time to deal with it.

I slapped Gary in the face and said, "What do you mean you made a mistake? It's the hospital's fault! I must call the police!"

Then, I took out my phone, which I'd already pre-entered 911 beforehand, and immediately called the police.

At this point, Gary was thoroughly panicking. He tried to snatch my phone out of my hands and said, "Dear, calm down. The hospital can't possibly have done such a thing."

I neatly avoided his hand. It was then that the other end of the line picked up.

"Hello? I want to make a report. I highly suspect that Thornheart Hospital's Obstetrics and Gynecology department is working with organ smugglers to sell off their patients' organs. They sold my mother-in-law," I spoke very quickly, not giving a chance for Gary to interrupt me.

He was so anxious that he scratched his head and kicked me hard.

I narrowly missed it but still fell to the ground in a huge show and started to scream, "Gary Cleat! Even though Meryl wasn't your biological mother and even though she never registered her marriage with your father, you still can't conspire with the hospital to sell her off like this!"

Everyone's faces changed when they heard what I said.

I'd managed to pay a few people to act as my enablers at the hospital while I was on the way in the cab. He cried, "No wonder that man didn't even cry or get anxious about her! It was his stepmother, after all—no, it's not even his stepmother if the marriage wasn't registered!"

"Even though you're not related to her, you still couldn't be such a terrible person to sell off her organs! It's illegal!"

"That's funny. If the deceased wasn't his mother or stepmother, then what kind of relationship did they have? The wife seemed to imply that they're somehow involved with each other!"

Gary had to speak up since the public seemed to be putting pressure on him. He said, "Don't speak nonsense! She didn't marry my father, but I still treated her like my own mother!"

"So did you also help your biological mother take off her pants when she went to the toilet?" another one of my enablers shouted. "I bet she was a cougar preying on you instead!"

I was very impressed.

Gary flew into a rage. But he didn't dare to strike me, so he took a few steps backward and glared at me silently. Then, he ducked behind a nurse and started texting someone on his phone.

I immediately jumped up from the floor and snatched the phone away from him. Then, I pointed at his screen and shrieked, "You still say that you didn't know anything about this?"

The chat window that was open showed his last message, which read, "Things have gone wrong. Come here quickly!"