My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Dr.

Lopez, please, you must prioritize my grandmother’s surgery! I’ll have the money soon, I promise!” she implored, her voice desperate.

The doctor, Truman Lopez, adjusted his glasses with a sigh of frustration.

“Miss Gordon, we’ve been over this.

It’s not about willingness—it’s about hospital policy.

Without upfront payment, I can’t proceed.

The hospital is not a charity.

We can’t run on promises.

”

Rita Gordon blocked his way, her tears falling freely as she clutched at his sleeve.

“Dr.

Lopez, I understand the constraints, but please, we’re so close to having the funds.

My grandmother can’t wait much longer.

Please save her.

”

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to her knees right there in the

“Dr.

literally begging you

Please.

she doesn’t get her surgery

grandmother raised me on her own, sacrificing

got a chance for a new kidney, and

make an exception?” Her voice cracked as she continued, “I can’t face

will be ready soon,

start the

Please save her.

”

their eyes drawn to the scene, some

frown deepened, his impatience tinged

you not understand? I truly understand your distress, but there are clear limits to what I can do,” he explained with a

and without the payment, my hands

time

I will make sure your grandmother is

”

detachment of a doctor who had witnessed countless similar situations,

the pleading girl another