Olga Marie woke up in her hospital bed. No one was around, and the room was pitch-black. As the vice director, she received slightly better treatment than the other staff members, including a private room.
There was no one by her side to take care of her. Then again, Lev had been her only confidant, and she had never treated anyone else kindly.
Now that Lev had betrayed Chaldea, she had been implicated as well. No one would come to see her, would they?
She had poured all her heart and soul into Chaldea, only to end up with nothing. She could already foresee countless accusations and impeachments bearing down on her. Once her injuries healed, she would probably be stripped of her position as vice director.
Tears began to flow uncontrollably. Why? Why, when I worked so hard? Her sobs drifted softly through the room.
The door opened. Olga Marie immediately wiped away her tears and looked toward the entrance.
A man appeared—someone she found annoying, yet could not bring herself to hate.
The man turned on the lights and looked at Olga Marie. "If you want to cry, then cry. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Olga Marie looked at me and said softly, "I'm not crying." Unfortunately, her sniffling had yet to stop.
Olga Marie struggled to sit up, but she could not manage it. I propped a pillow behind her so she could raise herself.
After struggling for a while, Olga Marie finally spoke. "The responsibility for this incident lies mainly with me. I'll take the initiative and accept responsibility. Once I recover, I'll resign."
After saying that, Olga Marie seemed to have all her strength drained from her, slumping like a sick kitten.
I leaned closer, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes,