DOMINIC
"Her blood sugar dropped dangerously low. We've stabilized her, but she needs to eat regularly and avoid emotional strain," Dr. Daniel said, his gaze skimming over me before settling too long on my hand.
"That looks like it might hurt."
I glanced at my hand. Only then did the sting even register.
"No. It doesn't." I lied smoothly. "Thank you for your time."
He didn't move. "Did you fight with her?"
I paused at the door, refusing to turn. Since when did doctors get paid to meddle in business that wasn't theirs?
"I'd advise you to avoid any further arguments. She's emotionally unstable and—"
"Tell that to her husband when he comes to get her," I cut in, my voice clipped. She wasn't my wife after all.
Then I walked out without another word.
I heard Dr. Daniel sigh before the door clicked shut behind me. In the hallway, Richard appeared.
"Boss," he greeted, walking toward me.
"What are you doing here?" I frowned. I hadn't called for him.
