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.

”

made

time to

replied firmly, attempting to

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gesture, Rita dropped to

“Dr.

literally begging you on

Please.

doesn’t get her surgery soon,

me on her own, sacrificing everything to give me

she’s finally got a chance for a new kidney, and time is

Her voice cracked

be ready soon, I

the preparations for

Please save her.

”

to the scene, some whispering, others watching in

impatience tinged with discomfort under the

truly understand your distress, but there are clear limits to what I can do,” he explained with a sigh, his tone a mix

personally finance the surgery, and without the payment, my

this time to

make sure your grandmother is

”

the weary detachment of a doctor who had witnessed countless similar situations, rendering him

another look,