Sweet Pain (Amatucci Family #3) - Sadie Jacks Page 0,53
there in black and white were the signed orders stating that Corinne Sheridan was to be transferred to a different facility for specialized testing. The orders were signed by Drs. Smith, Gregson, and Amgardner.
“Yes? Obviously these are our signatures. What is the problem?” Nancy complained.
“The facility listed on the orders. Can you please read that one out loud?” I said as I waved my mother over to view the screen.
Both Nancy and Dr. Gregson skimmed their eyes down their papers. As if on cue, their eyes both widened before a public face smashed down, closing their expressions off.
“Yes, I see you understand the problem.”
My mom pulled the iPad from my hands. “You bastards. You didn’t even check the paperwork. You signed it blind?” Mom slapped the device back at me. Slammed it into my chest. I hurried to grab it.
Nik inhaled quickly behind me as I steadied it in my hands.
“Where the hell is Amgardner?” my mom snarled through her teeth. “You know what? Never mind. Criminal charges will be forthcoming. You can kiss your glorious medical careers goodbye.”
Mom turned, pulled her phone from her purse. “Judge Thomas, please. This is Daphne Sheridan.”
“Mrs. Sheridan, I’m sure we can work this out. We can come to some kind of arrangement,” Nancy said. Her voice reminded me of a used car salesman’s.
Willow snarled, pulling the doctors’ attention.
“Who is…Willow Errington? What on earth are you doing here? How’s Ethan?” Dr. Gregson said, nothing but big smiles on his face. He turned to me. “Dr. Ethan Errington is the Chief of Trauma Surgery here. I’m sure he could help you understand this.”
Willow sucked in a noisy breath. “What was your name again?” I felt her push up against my right arm.
He stepped forward, stuck his hand out. A huge, jovial smile was on his face. “Dr. William T. Gregson, ma’am. Such a pleasure to see you again.”
Willow shrank back from his hand. “And when was that? I’m sorry, I’m terrible with names.”
Dr. Gregson blinked a couple times. “Of course. You did look a bit deep in your cups that night. I would say about five—no, seven—years ago now. The annual gala your parents throw. Such a wonderful cause. We’ve spoken a few times since then. The gala. You remember?”
Willow nodded. “Yes, of course, Dr. Gregson. How silly of me.”
My balls tried to shrivel up and hide inside my body at the sound of her voice. The man was truly stupid if he thought hers was one of greeting.
His face lit up in smiles. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “How are you parents? How’s Ethan? The man’s so busy, I haven’t talked to him in at least a week.”
Willow chuckled politely. “Yeah, he’s up to his neck in it.”
Nik snorted. Tried to turn it into a cough.
“I actually just saw my mother not even an hour ago.”
Gregson smiled, nodded. “Yes. Getting everything ready for this year’s gala. I’m assuming you’ll be attending? We did miss you last year.”
Willow threaded her hand over my elbow. “Yes. Mr. Penn and I will be attending together.”
“Wonderful. Isn’t that so much better than fighting or threatening lawsuits?” he said. I wanted to bash his face in for his patronizing tone. I could only imagine what Willow wanted to do to him.
“You said you saw me seven years ago now. But that I’d been drinking a bit too much. Was I wearing a red dress, by chance?”
Gregson’s eyebrows winged up. A disturbing light entered his eyes. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you were. You looked gorgeous that night.”
Willow’s fingers dug into my arm. “How interesting you should say that. I remember parts of that night like they were yesterday. And,” I saw her tap her finger to her chin, “now that you mention it, I do remember you from that night.” Her coquettish laugh felt like fingernails down a chalkboard. “A bit younger then, not as much gray in your hair. But I do remember you.”
Gregson leaned forward. “Oh?”
Willow’s hand snapped out. The sharp crack of flesh on flesh resounded in the room. Even my mother and Nancy stopped their bickering.
“That’s for cornering me and touching me without my consent.” She stepped forward, smashed her knee into his balls. “That’s for helping three monsters get away with killing seventy-three women. I’ll make sure to spell your name correctly in the statements I give to the DAs office, you pathetic asshole.”
Gregson bent in half, gasped for air. “You…little…bitch.” He reached for her.
Nik stepped forward before I had a chance. She did some