Chapter 3Dragged to Hell by My Neighbor's Wife, I Sent Her and Her Husband to Heaven

I immediately shook off his hand and said coldly:

"What, trying to get someone else to pay for your wife's prenatal check-up? What kind of useless man comes up with such a despicable idea just to save money?"

Mia beside him became anxious.

"Don't talk nonsense! My husband loves me the most. You clearly offended us first, don't try to shift the blame!"

The smile disappeared from Jack's face as he tightly gripped my wrist, not letting me leave.

Since that's the case, then come with me to work.

I smiled and turned to bring them to our department.

After explaining the situation to my supervising attending physician, she personally received them and asked where Mia felt uncomfortable.

Mia stammered, hesitating for a long time.

"I, I ate something wrong, my stomach doesn't feel good."

But when the attending asked her to lie on the examination bed and pressed a few times, she pretended to cry out in pain, yet her answers about symptoms were still inconsistent.

The attending and I exchanged glances, and she calmly said:

"Look how you've made your neighbor so upset over some fruit. You meant well but it backfired."

Jack became a bit anxious, "Doctor, just give my wife all the usual prenatal tests. We'll feel at ease once everything's checked."

But the attending shook her head and prescribed a series of gastrointestinal tests for them.

"Didn't you say you ate something wrong? We need to take it step by step. Whether it's food poisoning or something else isn't clear yet. Let's draw some blood for tests first, then we'll consider how to treat it with medication."

Hearing about medication, Mia and her husband's faces changed dramatically. They whispered to each other, probably discussing how pregnancy prevents taking medication and drawing so much blood.

They looked at the series of blood tests prescribed and finally waved their hands.

"Never mind, I suddenly don't feel that uncomfortable anymore..."

In the end, she glared at me and left reluctantly with her husband.

As Mia was leaving, her earrings flashed under her short hair.

I suddenly noticed that the style looked familiar, seemingly the earrings I had lost last week.

I turned and quietly thanked the attending, "Thank you for helping me out of that situation."

She held a cup of hot tea and smiled without speaking, "It's nothing. That man is your neighbor? He's actually a security guard at our hospital. What a weirdo."

Over the past two weeks, things had often gone missing from my bag, mostly personal items like earrings and lipsticks.

Before, I thought I had just misplaced them and didn't pay much attention.

Until I just saw my lost earrings hanging on Mia's ears.

I didn't know Jack's job before, only that he left early and returned late every day.

I never expected the devil to be so close to me.