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.'

the board. What used to cost

of their good work spreading, patients would travel from hundreds of miles away-even from other states-just to

the business, and Winter had expected Fredo's

expect it

she also knew that if things went on like this, the

it went without saying what was at stake when it came to

not care about her position

salary like the other doctors. What she cared

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