Chapter 65: Is It My Fault for Being Pretty
She smiled faintly, a light smile as delicate as gossamer wings, yet carrying immense mockery.
"Facts require evidence. Where's your evidence? Just because something comes out of your mouth, Mia, does it automatically become fact? Should I be convicted without any evidence? Is this your one-man show?"
Mia's brow furrowed tightly. She opened her mouth and said weakly, "Isn't your expulsion the best evidence?"
"Ridiculous."
"Since you deny all this, then how do you explain this video?"
Dean pulled out his phone directly and played the widely circulated video on the table.
She had seen this video long ago. Due to the camera angle, Gilbert and Joshua, who had interacted with her in the video, were only captured from behind, while Ava's entire face was shown. The comments below were getting more and more intense.
Angry netizens online had even dug up information about Ava driving luxury cars, with comments suggesting she was being kept as a mistress constantly popping up.
Ava's brow twitched. She rarely paid attention to things online and hadn't expected to become the center of public opinion herself.
"Dr. Davis, do you have anything to say about this?" Mia's expression softened somewhat.
Ava nodded with a smile, calm and unhurried.
"I admit this."
She raised her eyebrow slightly. "Being beautiful is my fault."
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Could this answer be any more smug?
"As for driving luxury cars?" Ava nodded lightly again, her tone amused. "Being rich is also my fault."
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She didn't even try to hide the boastful tone in these words, yet her frank, confident self-praise somehow didn't make people dislike her at all, because it was the truth.
"You..." Mia choked with anger. This woman Ava was even harder to deal with than she had imagined.
"Everyone stop arguing. Setting all this aside, your purpose in getting close to Thora wasn't that simple, was it?" Hawk looked at Ava resentfully.
At Hawk's words, Ava didn't immediately refute. Instead, she poured herself a glass of water, elegantly took a few sips, and spoke slowly with an indifferent gaze.
"Mr. White, do you think I got close to Thora to get your vote when competing for the director position?"
That was exactly what Hawk meant.
At this point, Mia seemed to have caught Ava's weakness again, and her voice immediately rang out.
"Dr. Davis, you deliberately got close to Thora to gain her trust, all to climb up the ladder yourself. Dr. Davis, forgive me for being blunt, but you've gone too far."
Mia's delicate face was full of indignation, putting on a righteous and morally superior attitude, though her eyes were full of disdain and contempt.
"Yes, and you encouraged Thora to divorce me, stirring up trouble between us. Thora and I have always had a good relationship. Ever since this woman appeared, she's been driving a wedge between us. Thora is naive and fell for her manipulation, constantly wanting to divorce me."
This awful man wanted to pin everything on her.
Like hell Ava would let him succeed.
"Dr. Davis, you'd better explain this properly."
Ava said coolly, "Mr. White, you may have never doubted your son-in-law. As you all say, Thora loves Dr. Palmer very much. So why is she so determined to divorce him now? Just because I said a few words, she absolutely must get divorced? I don't think I have that kind of power. You can ask Thora what Dr. Palmer did that made her so determined to divorce him."
Hawk's eyes flickered, and he looked up at Dean beside him with a complex, doubtful expression.
"Dad, everyone at the hospital can see how I treat Thora. You can't just believe this woman based on a few words. What she's best at is talking nonsense..."
"Enough. You've all been going around in circles. Regardless, Dr. Davis, you're not qualified for this director position." Barry, who had been sitting silently on the side, spoke in a slightly hoarse voice. "Although I'm retired and these matters aren't under my jurisdiction, I still have the right to speak. I'll go find Mr. Miller. You go back and wait for notification."
Ava's face showed no warmth. "Mr. Myers, you have a big problem with me, but whether I'm qualified isn't for you to decide—it's for my scalpel to decide."
Ava's words were exceptionally frank and direct, sounding both confident and arrogant, yet during surgery, everyone would like a doctor who carried such confidence.
Patients' hope comes from their doctors, but doctors' hope comes from themselves.
What patient's family wouldn't like someone like Ava who entered the operating room with such tremendous confidence?
"Fine." Barry was actually taken aback for a moment.
"You're the most spirited doctor I've seen in all these years. Then prove it to me with your abilities. I'll apply to Mr. Miller to have this cardiothoracic surgery director evaluation decided by a vote from all hospital medical staff—absolutely fair, just, and open. If you win, no one will dare oppose your director position. If you lose, you can't blame anyone. The date is set for one month from now. Do you accept?"
Ava pressed her lips tightly, looking at Barry with clear, cool eyes for several seconds, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
"Fine."
"But I have a condition."
Barry's deep eyes narrowed. "What condition?"