Chapter 1

Tags: Road to Hell, Scheming Nurse, Framed, Rebirth & Revenge

A bubbly new intern joined our hospital, always eager to “help.”

Except she constantly messed up. Wrong medications, incorrect charts, mixing up critical allergy alerts.

After several patient complaints piled up, I quietly pulled her aside and advised her to focus solely on her assigned duties. She resented me for it ever since.

Not long after her sister-in-law gave birth, she pretended she was bursting for the restroom and begged me to hold the baby.

The second I took the bundle, she burst into theatrical tears.

“Nurse Manager, I can take you bullying and sidelining me at work, but how could you murder my nephew?!”

Only then did I realize the horrific truth—the bundle in my arms was already a dead newborn.

Her sister-in-law lunged forward, beating and screaming at me: “You barren bitch! You’re just jealous because you can’t get pregnant! Pay me back for seven years of fertility treatments!”

My husband, the head of pediatrics, stood right beside intern Chloe Vance, staring at me with pure disgust.

“Serena, the only child that deserved to die is the one inside a monster like you!”

Except… I really was pregnant.

Curled into a ball under the fury of the mob, I desperately protected my abdomen with both hands as blood pooled between my thighs.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the exact second Chloe Vance tried to hand me the dead baby.

“Nurse Manager! I drank way too much water and I really need to pee. Please, could you just hold the baby for a second?”

Chloe cradled a tightly wrapped infant, looking at me with frantic, pleading eyes.

As she spoke, she moved to shove the bundle straight into my arms.

The fog in my mind vanished instantly. Pure instinct took over, and I took a sharp step back before she could brush a single fiber of my uniform.

Chloe froze mid-motion, immediately turning accusatory.

“Why did you back away?! If my nephew fell, could you ever take responsibility for that?!”

I brushed nonexistent dust off my scrubs and answered coolly, “I don’t recall agreeing to hold that baby.”

“Who gave you permission to dump a newborn on me without consent? What exactly are you playing at?”

Unaccustomed to seeing the usually agreeable nurse manager push back so coldly, Chloe’s face flashed with visible panic.

“I really can’t hold it anymore! Can’t you even help with something this tiny?!”

In my past life, she had used that exact same desperate, tearful tone.

Handling a newborn always demands caution. I hadn’t wanted to get involved back then, but seeing how desperate she seemed, my heart softened, and I took him.

The moment the bundle rested in my arms, I noticed how unnaturally quiet the infant was.

When I pulled back the blanket covering his face, a limp, bluish little face met my eyes. He had already lost all vital signs!

Yet before I could even process the horror, Chloe, who had looked ready to pee her pants just a second earlier, tore her throat open and shrieked down the corridor:

“Someone help! The nurse manager just killed a baby!”

Staring at Chloe’s impatient, fidgeting posture right now, I sneered inwardly.

I knew her sister-in-law had a weak constitution and struggled for years with infertility.

To carry a child to term, she spent seven agonizing years enduring endless hormone injections and bed rest.

When she finally delivered this miracle boy, she treated him like delicate spun glass.

Now the baby had died under Chloe’s watch. She was terrified of facing her family’s wrath, so she desperately needed a scapegoat.

I glanced up at the security camera mounted in the hallway and spoke flatly.

“I believe I made it clear: whatever task you take on, you see it through from start to finish.”

“No handing off patients to other staff to avoid confusion or protocol breaches. Did my words just go in one ear and out the other?”

Chloe was practically vibrating with irritation when her eyes suddenly lit up at someone behind me.

“Dr. Miller!”

My spine stiffened.

A moment later, my husband’s familiar frame brushed past me without a pause, stopping right in front of Chloe. His tone dripped with fond indulgence.

“Well, look at our hospital’s little ray of sunshine. What kind of mess did you stumble into today, Chloe?”

Chloe stamped her foot playfully. “Dr. Miller, stop teasing me!”

She threw a sideways, tearful glance at me.

“Though… I must have done something awful to offend Nurse Manager Serena. She won’t even hold the baby for a second so I can use the restroom.”

Only then did Logan Miller seem to register my presence. A flicker of awkwardness crossed his face.

Still, in front of Chloe, he instantly knit his brows and scolded me.

“Serena, why are you being so petty with an intern?”

Recalling how, in my previous life, Logan had refused to hear a single word of my explanation before taking Chloe’s side, I let out a mocking laugh.

“If you’re feeling so charitable, why don’t you hold the baby yourself?”