In order to build a reputation for being an intern, my husband preemptively sold the medicine I had been researching for three years. I went to my husband to argue with me, but I didn't expect that my husband and the intern were already secretly communicating. I didn't have time to think, so I forced my way in and told my husband that the medicine was a semi-finished product and could kill the patient if it was taken by the patient. The intern lay in her husband's arms with a sneer on her face. My husband immediately challenged me and told me to get out of the company. Sure enough, six patients died on the spot at the press conference. My husband and the intern panicked and immediately identified me as the murderer. I was beaten to death by my angry family members. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when I was arguing with my husband. This time, I decided to divorce. Leave the potion to the intern and get rid of this mess. If you like to grab it, I'll give it to you.
