Wendy looked at Gavin with disbelief. "You're just going to believe in Blake without asking me anything? Blake is a girl, and I'm a girl too. What if what I said is the truth? Gavin, have you ever thought that I would also be harmed?"

Gavin ignored Wendy's words and warned her, "When you arrive at the hospital tomorrow, you must immediately confess to the medical department that it was all a prank you set up, so that Blake can be proven innocent. This is your last chance. Don't let me deal with this matter myself."

"..."

When she made a bet with Blake, Wendy had pinned all her hopes on Gavin.

Wendy secretly thought that Gavin had some knowledge of her, and that he wouldn't believe Blake's words so easily.

At the same time, she could take the opportunity to expose Blake's true colors. Gavin hated hypocritical women the most, so he might consider breaking up with her.

It seemed that she had overestimated her own image in Gavin's mind.

Wendy softened her voice and pleaded, "Gavin, listen to me. The truth is not what Blake said at all. I had already given her the file bag, but she won't admit it. I didn't frame her. On the contrary, it is she who is framing me."

"I've seen the evidence which proves that the file bag is in your hands," Gavin said stiffly, "Do you still think that I would believe you?"

"Yes, I always thought that you would believe me," Wendy added while shaking her head, "But you're dead set on believing that I slandered Blake. You firmly believe that I would do such a thing, don't you?"

Gavin said coldly, "You even dared to confess your love for me. What else are you afraid to do? Besides, you have a reason to frame her."

"It's true that I don't want you two to be engaged." Wendy seemed to be on the verge of either crying or laughing. "But in your heart, am I the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve my goals?"

Gavin glanced at Wendy and answered, "Maybe."

That ambiguous word was particularly hurtful.

"Gavin!" Wendy's good temper had been worn out. She shouted with all her strength, "I'm telling the truth! It's Blake who framed me! Why don't you believe me? Why?"

She had once hoped that Gavin would clear her name.

But then, Gavin threatened her and ordered her to clear Blake's name instead.

She was the one who had been framed. Why was Gavin unwilling to believe her?

Was she the kind of terrible person who had no bottom line in Gavin's heart?

Gavin was indifferent to Wendy's grievances, and he just warned, "It's not too late for you to tell the truth tomorrow. That way you can keep your internship at the hospital."

"..." Wendy felt so wronged that her eyes turned red. "Gavin, I thought you would believe me. You should have believed me..."

"..."

Gavin didn't speak and looked at Wendy with a strange look.

Wendy finally couldn't help crying out. She helplessly grabbed a hold of Gavin's clothes and said, "Gavin, what I said is true. Believe me once, for the last time, okay?"

"It's impossible," Gavin said coldly, "I've made it very clear. You don't need another chance."

Wendy loosened her grip a little. "So, you won't believe me under any circumstances, will you?"

"I can only help you deal with the aftermath of this event," Gavin said, "after this, don't make such jokes with Blake again. Otherwise, I won't help you anymore."

Wendy let go of Gavin's clothes, stubbornly holding back her tears and taking a step back. "Gavin, I will expose Blake's true colors and clear my name. At that time, even if you still want to be with her, Mom and Cousin will not agree."

After finishing her words, Wendy turned around and left Gavin's apartment.

She could ask Chris or Brian for help, but the stubbornness ingrained in her body didn't let her believe she couldn't prove her innocence by herself.

She had clearly given the file bag to Blake. It was Blake who had called white black, and the person who had to bear the consequences had to be Blake!

Blake was sure that Gavin wouldn't believe her, but she wouldn't give up so easily!

What Wendy didn't expect was that the news about her having pocketed a patient's red packet was spread on the Internet faster than the truth.

There was almost no one who could tolerate such a thing. Therefore, a cyber manhunt for her was carried out.

She had not stayed in the country for a long time, so there was limited information about her being exposed. However, the fact that she worked as an intern but commuted to work driving a Porsche was seized as one of her shortcomings by the netizens.

Some people said that she either had a rich boyfriend or a rich sugar daddy.

Then someone stepped forward and revealed that the intern did have a boyfriend of a rich family, so she may have wanted to keep up appearances by pocketing the patient's money.

For a time, all kinds of malicious speculations were spread on the Internet. The netizens worked together to put enough pressure on the hospital, and the hospital gave in, being forced to respond by saying that they would find out the truth as soon as possible and give an explanation to the netizens and Ms. Lin.

Wendy was surrounded by a group of patients' family members the moment she arrived at the hospital.

"That has to be the intern," a group of people pointed at Wendy and said, "she's too malicious. She actually pocketed our money so she could afford a luxury car. The hospital is a money-consuming place as it is. Do we still have to support this kind of malicious doctor?"

"What kind of doctor is she?" someone said sarcastically, "this kind of person is a scum among doctors. The hospital should fire her as soon as possible, before she becomes a regular doctor. That way she won't harm others in the future."

Wendy looked at the crowd around her in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you know what you have done?" an old man shouted, "how is it that you're this vain at such a young age! If you want money, you can work hard. Pocketing our money would only bring you pain in return!"

Wendy felt so wronged that she wanted to laugh.

If she were being scolded by someone her own age or younger, she would have readily started to argue in her defense.

While facing an old man who stuck to his guns without knowing the truth, whatever she did would be taken the wrong way.

"Wendy." A colleague stepped out of the elevator and dragged Wendy away. "Let's go back to the office first."

Back in the office, Wendy finally learned from her colleagues that she had drawn a lot of criticism on the Internet.

"It's a little weird," her colleague said, "we had not even heard about it until we arrived at the hospital today, but the matter has become quite popular on the Internet. Someone must have pushed it secretly."

Freya gave Wendy a call before she could sort out her thoughts.

"I saw it all." Freya asked directly, "What the hell is going on? Who dared to frame you?"

Wendy had already felt wronged. Her eyes instantly turned red when Freya asked this question. "Cousin-in-law, how do you know that I was framed? What if it's the truth?"

"Stop joking," Freya said with a snort, "You don't even a concept of money. How could you pocket the red packet? Besides, the woman surnamed Lin told the reporters that she had put 2,000 dollars in the file bag. To be honest, that amount of money is not enough to buy a small purse. What would you do with it?"

Finally, Wendy burst into tears. "Cousin-in-law..."

"Don't cry," Freya comforted her, "Joanne and I have experienced this kind of thing. Just show them the evidence to prove that you didn't steal the money. Tell me what's going on, and I will contact Gavin to help you deal with it."

Wendy felt even more wronged upon hearing Gavin's name.

Her colleagues believed her, and Freya also believed her. Why didn't Gavin want to believe her?

However, the more this was the case, the more she needed to prove to Gavin that Blake was the one who lied!

"I have already contacted Gavin," Wendy said half-truthfully, "Cousin-in-law, don't worry."

Freya had 100 percent trust in Gavin. With him handling this matter, she was not worried that Wendy would be wronged. "Hmm," she said, "Gavin is very familiar with the domestic media. You can rest assured that he'll help you solve this. You can contact me if you have any problems."

"OK."

Wendy hung up the phone, wiped her tears, and turned to look at her colleagues behind her.

"Wendy, we believe you," one of her colleagues said, "We've been working with you for so long and we all know your character. We'll help you!"

Wendy said with a smile, "I will definitely prove that I'm innocent."

At this time, one colleague said, "Ahh, Wendy, a netizen revealed that a sum of money amounting to 2,000 dollars was added to your savings the night before yesterday. The hospital was asked to fire you immediately. Your school is also being pressured to punish you."

Wendy panicked for a moment. She took the bank card and ran downstairs to an ATM to check her account. There was indeed an extra sum of money of 2,000 in the account.

Was it Blake who had transferred the money into her account?

Coupled with this piece of evidence, the netizens would basically confirm that she had pocketed the red packet, wouldn't they?

Blake had planned this a long time before, with quite the ruthless methods.

Wendy was very curious about how Blake was able to pretend to be gentle and beautiful, in such a perfect manner at all times?

"She's over there! She's the intern who pocketed the red packet in the photo!"

Wendy heard a loud noise as soon as she pulled out her bank card from the machine. She looked in the direction of the noise and saw the media reporters with cameras running toward her.

Being surrounded by reporters was completely different from being surrounded by patients in the hospital. She was not sure whether she could deal with the media, let alone get rid of them.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

Someone took Wendy's hand and ran away with her. After entering the elevator, she found that it was Dr. Torres.

As she looked at him, Wendy didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Torres said apologetically, "I didn't know things would end up like this. I should have dealt with that red packet myself back then."

Wendy shook her head. "It's not your fault... I trusted the wrong person. Thank you, for your help just now. If it weren't for you, I would be being surrounded by the media."

After walking out of the elevator, Dr. Torres was about to say something when the director's assistant arrived. She said, "Dr. Moore, the president asked you to his office."

There was evidence that Wendy had stolen the red packet of the patient's family member on his desk-

One was the video screenshot of Wendy putting the money into her bag and taking it away; the other was the deposit receipt of 2,000 into Wendy's account the night before.

"Dr. Moore, the truth of this matter has been found out by the medical department," the president said, "It has a very bad impact on the hospital."

Wendy asked in a quivering voice, "So?"

"So, the hospital has decided to fire you and leave the rest to your school." After a pause, the president added, "I have contacted your principal. Your incident has a seriously bad effect on the image of the medical students, so your school decided to expel you from the school."

"..."

Wendy felt as if she had been hit hard in the head. She could not believe what she had just heard...