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 myself

to secure

attempting to move

.

.

Library

dropped to her knees

“Dr.

begging you on my

Please.

she doesn’t get her surgery

her own, sacrificing everything to give me a

finally got a chance for a

can’t you make an exception?” Her voice cracked as she continued,

be ready soon,

please, start the preparations for her

Please save her.

”

paused, their eyes drawn to the scene, some whispering, others watching

deepened, his impatience tinged

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

finance the surgery, and without the

this time to secure the

as you do, I will make sure your grandmother is

”

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

another look,