Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 332:

At that moment, a group of reporters led by the Douglas family’s butler made their way to the banquet hall with microphones and cameras ready.

About five minutes later, the alarms from the operating room’s monitoring equipment finally stopped ringing. They shifted to a steady beep.

People exchanged nervous glances, knowing what that sound meant.

All eyes turned to Ashton and Baylee. Ashton, overwhelmed with emotion, could barely hold himself together. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. Baylee, on the other hand, Sheri stood stiff and silent. Despite the turmoil around her, her gaze was fixed on the operating room door, unwavering.

“Dad, don’t cry! Khloe hasn’t come out yet. We can’t lose hope just like that.”

With a soft rustle, the curtains were pulled aside. Terrell emerged from the operating room, pushing the surgical bed with Izabella’s face covered by a white sheet.

Baylee could no longer suppress her trembling. She looked at Khloe, clinging to the last shred of hope. “My mom…?”noveldrama

Khloe shook her head. “I’m sorry. I did my best.”

Baylee’s face turned deathly pale at once. Her body swayed, and she almost collapsed.

Ashton was even more devastated. He cried out in anguish, “Izabella!”

The weight of what had just transpired pressed heavily on everyone present. They were overwhelmed by grief, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

At this moment, a group of reporters suddenly swarmed into the banquet hall, their cameras flashing nonstop as they captured Khloe’s image.

The butler pointed at Khloe and shouted sternly, “This is the woman who practices medicine without a license. She killed Mrs. Douglas.”

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Reporters encircled Khloe tightly, their cameras flashing blindingly as she struggled to keep her eyes open amidst the chaos.

“Miss Evans, did you really practice medicine without a license?” a reporter questioned aggressively, shoving a microphone toward her.

“Isn’t it illegal to practice without a license? What led you to take such a risk?” chimed in another journalist, without missing a beat.

“Could Mrs. Douglas’ death be a consequence of your actions? What is your response?”

A thin reporter aggressively pushed his microphone toward Khloe, almost touching her lips. “Khloe Evans, you’re responsible for Mrs. Douglas’ death, which was both reckless and harmful! Was someone directing you? Are you not afraid of the legal repercussions for unauthorized medical practice?”

Khloe fixed a steely look on the thin reporter, exuding a commanding presence. “Which organization are you with?”

Taken aback by Khloe’s assertive demeanor, the reporter momentarily faltered but quickly recovered, snapping pictures as he retorted, “I represent Sky Media. You can’t intimidate me with threats about my employer. I’m here in pursuit of truth as a journalist.”

His voice rose with self-righteousness as he spoke, and the other journalists feverishly recorded the escalating confrontation, prompting him to stand taller.

Gloria moved to intervene, but a look from Khloe told her to hold back.

Facing the assertive reporter, Khloe adopted a look of righteous anger and dismay. “Do you consider baseless allegations to be the truth? I did not cause Mrs. Douglas’ death. I was attempting to save her life. Had I not intervened during the crisis, she might have perished immediately.”

The male reporter stood his ground, microphone still in hand, close to Khloe. “Regardless of your intentions, practicing medicine without a license is illegal. Your current outburst seems more like the frustration of being caught.”

Khloe’s laugh was bitter, her tone cold. “Such a devoted reporter from Sky Media, ready to sacrifice anything for a headline. Do you really grasp what happened, or are you just eager to find me guilty without proper investigation? You invoke the law, yet aren’t you aware that it prioritizes saving lives?”

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