She Cut My Baby’s Oxygen Tube In My Past Life, Now I Seek Justice Chapter 1

Back in time, I immediately secured a new room and dedicated medical team for my daughter. Returning to the old room for her chart, I caught Paisley, my husband’s spoiled star student, pulling the oxygen tube off another premature baby.

In my past life, she had done the same to my child, giggling as she snipped the line with surgical scissors. My husband kicked me aside, coddling her while she sobbed that I’d attacked her. He pinned me to the wall, forced me to kneel before her and the entire staff, and let my daughter die. Labeled insane, I was tortured to death in an asylum.

Now, watching her repeat the cruelty on another infant, I felt no shock, only cold resolve. This time, I would not beg. I would make sure she and my husband paid before they could destroy another life.

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The moment I pushed the ICU door open, I caught Paisley pulling the oxygen tube off the incubator.

"Dr. Derek can only have one baby, and that is me. How dare an ugly creature like you try to compete with me?"

The nightmare of my past life flashed before my eyes. My daughter's face turning purple from suffocation, her tiny lungs gasping for air. Panic seized my heart, and I lunged forward like a madwoman.

"Stop!"

Paisley flinched, but the moment she recognized me, that innocent, mocking smirk returned to her face.

"Why are you screaming? You scared me. It is just a little tube. It is not like pulling it will kill anyone."

"That is a living child!"

I screamed, reaching out to snatch the tube back.

"How dare you raise your voice at me? Who asked you to bring this thing into the world anyway? It is just a pathetic preemie. It will never be as precious as me. Dr. Derek said I am his favorite little girl!"

Paisley was an intern at the hospital and a student of my husband, Derek. Around her, Derek was always endlessly patient and fond. Backed by his authority as Chief Medical Officer, Paisley acted like she owned the hospital, treating me with utter contempt.

Hearing the infant's faint, agonizing breaths, panic and rage consumed me. I grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Paisley! You are supposed to be a doctor, not a monster who plays with a patient's life!"

Just as I reached for the oxygen line, Paisley let out a soft snort, whipped out a pair of surgical scissors from her pocket, and snapped the tube in half.

Her grin widened.

"Oops. Looks like it is completely useless now."

She tossed the severed tube onto the floor.

"If you know I am a doctor, then you should listen to me. Stand still and let me punish you for your rude behavior."

She grabbed a heavy metal chart clipboard and slammed it against my forehead.

Obsessed with saving the baby, I failed to dodge. Sharp agony exploded across my brow, and warm blood trickled down my face, blurring my vision.

Her laugh turned hysterical. "That is what you get for sticking your nose where it does not belong!"

Hatred devoured my entire soul, but I could not afford to waste time on her. I stumbled toward the emergency call button on the wall.

Her expression changed, and she grabbed me tightly.

"You are not allowed to press that!"

Blood dripped into my eye. I shoved her away with all my strength and slapped the emergency call button, praying someone would come save this poor child.

A second later, the ICU door swung open.

Seeing the newcomer, Paisley immediately dissolved into tears and threw herself into his arms.