The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Your income? What are you talking about?"

While Winter was still confused, she quickly argued, "I've never deducted anyone's income-I actually remember giving everyone working in the morgue a raise too." "Bah!"

Yannick spat on the floor despite Winter's confusion and laughed coolly, "That's why I called you a weaning brat! Don't you know how valuable dead people were to the hospital?!

"Ever since you started that stupid scheme of rewarding a thousand dollars for each patient with serious illnesses cured, every doctor and every department is so motivated that they could raise the dead, and it's been so long since the morgue had any bodies!" "I-Isn't that a good thing?" Winter was left even more confused.

Yannick spat on the floor again as he bellowed in inconsolable rage. "You bitch! Do you really not know, or are you just pretending?! Don't you know that the morgue used to bring in the most of the hospital's income?!

"Bah!"

keeping the most valuable stuff they can offer, and even a middleman's commission to a crematorium

think I chose this job in the first place?! Do you really think that I

confused despite the elaborate rant. "The

on the shoulder

"What?!"

first confused, but that soon

she demanded, "D-Dr Jorst... That's what you were making a living off?! Aren't you afraid that

I'd be dead-I wouldn't

no matter what happens, and no one would dare