chapter 9
Amid the noise, a wail of sirens suddenly rang out. A group of police officers pushed through the crowd and approached Mom and Felix.
Mom stood rooted to the spot, puzzled. “Officers, is there someone you’re looking for?”
The lead officer held up a photo to confirm her identity. “Are you Ms. Anita Blanchard?”
Mom nodded, bewildered.
The officer presented her with an arrest warrant. “Please come with us. You’ve been reported for abusing medical resources, practicing medicine illegally, and causing a death.”
Felix immediately stood in front of her. “That’s nonsense. My mother is a dedicated doctor. How could she do such things? You guys need evidence before arresting someone!”
He then turned to the crowd and shouted, “Who? Who reported my mom?”
The nurse who had been quietly standing in a corner stepped forward timidly. “I did.”
Felix lunged at her and grabbed her collar, raising his fist at her.
But before he could strike, a police officer stopped him, raising his voice and warning sternly, “Sir, please calm down. We are simply doing our job according to the law. If you won’t cooperate, we’ll have to take you in as well.
“If you want evidence, we can show you.”
With that, he fished out his phone and displayed a series of records—evidence of Mom’s years of power abuse and misuse of hospital resources.
The most jarring piece was a screenshot from a chat group the day of the accident. It showed a text from Mom that read, “Felix was in a car accident. I want all doctors to drop what they’re doing and go to his ward immediately to treat him.”
Then, the police played a video of me lying in the operating room, capturing the entire call between me, Mom, and the nurse on the day I died.
The evidence was concrete, and Mom collapsed on the spot. Felix barely managed to catch her in time.
At that moment, another officer whispered something in the lead officer’s ear. He took out another photo, compared it carefully to Felix, and said, “Mr. Goodman, you’re under suspicion of attempted murder. Please come with us as well.”
His words sent a shockwave through the crowd. Everyone was baffled, including me.
While people had suspected Mom of wrongdoing, no one had expected Felix to be involved in something as serious as murder.
Felix began to panic, shouting frantically, “That’s bullshit! I’ve never done anything like that! Fine. Go ahead and arrest me. I don’t believe you have any evidence.”
The officer calmly played another video. It was a surveillance clip from outside our house, showing Felix sneaking into my car and tampering with the brakes. As he did that, he muttered under his breath, “Go to hell!”
What he didn’t expect was that Mom insisted I drive him that day. With no way out, he had to ride in the same car.
Now, I realized why he was so nervous that entire time and why he kept urging me to drive slower.