The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Winter continued, "Your actions will encourage doctors to prescribe them the most expensive medicine, and the poor won't ever be able to afford healthcare! Can you really do such a thing against your conscience?!" "Yes, I can."

Fredo nodded brazenly despite Winter's deafening outburst. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lawrence, but I'm a businessman, not a doctor. Morals and ethics are a joke to me that I have no need for, and all I see is that which makes money."

Then, returning to the catch, he leered at Winter as he continued, "So, are you going to comply and sign my agreement, or will you wait until the journalists charge inside and expose this scandal, while you watch as your hospital falls apart?" Laughing, he then added, "Oh, and don't forget-if you don't sign it, we will build another hospital and invest everything we have in it. Not signing it really doesn't matter at that point."

"I..."

Hearing Fredo's threat, hesitation showed in Winter's eyes.

She was in a dilemma, as she remembered the tenet of traditional Draconian medicine that Frank had taught her: 'The medicine can gather dust on the racks, but if there is one less patient, so be it.'

used to cost thousands now cost hundreds, but despite receiving more patients, their standard never fell short-there were even signs that they had

travel from hundreds of miles away-even from other states-just

dissatisfaction among many others in the business, and Winter

not expect it to come so

that if things went on

was at stake

did not care about her position

doctors. What she cared most about was Frank's expectations and that

signed Fredo's agreement, that would mean that she was abandoning her