The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
. They swung open silently, admitting the Rolls-Royce into a
rhead. The sky brui
-a sprawling limestone mansion that looked more like a
didn't offer her an umbrella. He simply opened her door a
teppe
ded to her skin. Her hair flattened against her skull. She shivered, wra
r, dripping water onto the
young man in a velvet blazer held a glass of c
his voice carrying easily. "Sterling rea
aughed. "Bad omen, if you ask me. Brin
ooked at Julian. She didn't look down. She di
ettled by the lack
ed. She was beautiful in a brittle, terrifying way. She didn't look at Mia's f
"Do you want her to bring pneumonia into the IC
m," Alfred said,
"Not the white one. It's too... festiv
hballs. It was shapeless, high-necked, and dreary. It looked like a shroud. As Mia changed, she carefully transferred the
g near the hallway entrance. As she
peripheral visio
ed to stumble. As she lurched forwa
ith the arch of Julian'
over, dropping his champ
er mouth. "Oh my god! I'm so sorr
ied. Her eyes wer
therine was already marching down the hall. "Sto
to the East Wing. The air temperature dropped. The smell of potp
. Two private security guards stood like
t, Dr. Hamilton, steppe
bradycardia is severe. He has slipped from a vegetative state int
She grabbed Mia by the shoulders,
e the one. The horoscope matches. If he dies, you have no purpose here. Do you
ved Mia
heavy soundproof door slammed sh
le
c, mechanical beep... beep...
glowing screens of the life suppor
ay. She turned around and eng
ked to
nt, waxy quality. But beneath the pallor, the bone structure was strikin
fingers on his
o
eady, fluttering
tor. Heart rate: 45. O
ers probing the vertebrae with the precision of a pianist. She s
ed to herself. "It's a neurogenic block. Va
let out a high-pitch
AL
rate:
herine was screaming on the other side
d start chest compressions. On a patient with this specific nerve block, CPR wo
sixty
ound the small tear she had made earlier. She pul
n" vanished. The