The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Troy was flustered. "What did you say?! Are you disrespecting me now?!"

He was already left infuriated by Frank's disrespect, and he was no more than a pretty boy.

But this middle-aged man too?!

"So what if I am?!" the middle-aged man snapped. "You're a doctor, but you have the gall to demand incentive from patients. People like you should die a thousand times over! So get out of here, or I'll make you!"

As he finished, the middle-aged man brought a broom, ready to hit Troy with it.

Troy was spooked and moved a couple of steps back in reflex while pointing at the middle-aged man and snapping, "Keep your hands to yourself! Also, stop trying to flex your muscles-I have some too!"

"How could you do this to me?! I'm here to help your father! People would scorn you if they find out about this!"

The middle-aged man smiled in wry amusement. "Could you quit trying to claim every merit you can reach? If I had to guess, I'd say that Dr. Layton was the one who brought that gentleman here, and it's none of your business at all-so leave, or I'll make you!"

not without throwing shade at the middle-aged

middle-aged man snorted. "That's still none of your business. At least I have a clear conscience because I didn't demand incentives to save a man's

to the middle-aged man.

"More than once, too!"

"That's just disgusting, taking money when the lives of others are on the line. And would he actually miss

get it. People like him won't miss the money—they're

"Mr. Frankton, may I trouble you to examine the old-timer? Whatever the case may be, saving lives is a priority,

up to

he worked, Laura's eyes could sparkle as she

Frank would forget about that after Troy

to show that she was right about him—that

need medicine, though nothing at all expensive. Bring a pen and paper-I'll write a prescription.

paper, Frank had the old