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.

”

have made myself

to secure the

replied firmly, attempting to move past

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desperate gesture, Rita dropped to her knees right there

“Dr.

I’m literally begging you on my

Please.

surgery soon,

raised me on her own, sacrificing everything to give me

a chance for a

cracked as she continued, “I can’t

be ready soon, I

the preparations for

Please save her.

”

eyes drawn to the scene, some whispering, others watching

his impatience tinged with

what can you not understand? I truly understand your distress, but there are clear limits to what I

surgery, and without the

this time to secure

soon as you do, I will make sure your grandmother is taken

”

a doctor who had witnessed countless similar situations, rendering him somewhat

giving the pleading girl another