The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Bang!

Frank kicked open the door to the operating room, and the doctors all jumped and turned toward him in shock.

"Hey! Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

"How confident are you about saving the patient, doctor?" Frank asked bluntly as he strode inside, staring icily at Dr. Brent as he stood near the operating table.

"Well..." Dr. Brent was hesitant.

The patient was maimed, but not lethally, since the torturer had been... methodical. They knew how to maximize pain but keep the victim alive.

But even if there was no chance of the victim dying, a full recovery was a pipe dream too. The torturer made sure that their work was permanent, shattering the victim's thigh bones and leaving him wheelchair bound.

As the doctor in charge, even he would not be able to do much with the full extent of his abilities.

and in pain-they were not supposed to

so?

the troubled look in his eyes-Nash was brought here to a hospital, but not for

table, he snapped coldly, "All of

you are, ordering me around?!" The anesthetist who was seated earlier stood up, glaring at Frank in contempt. "The Sorano family owns this hospital. You don't get to strut here!" "Fuck off!" Frank sent him flying to a wall with a

he wanted to do was to save Nash. He did not have the time to waste his breath with

"W-What...?"

anesthetist. "S-Sir?

could not care less and stood his ground as he bellowed, "Didn't you hear? I told

looks, feeling the chill running up

the Sorano family, just hired personnel, so this was