ouse VIP suite at NewYork-Presb

regular rhythm. Harold Page lay on the b

y, wiped sweat from his forehead. He looked at Chris

ge," Dr. Frye stammered. "We

his suit pockets. "Are you telling me the best doctors in

end, The Surgeon," Dr. Frye said defens

ing echoed in the hallw

wung open. Two men in bl

ack silk blouse. Her presence instantly sucked the oxygen out of the room.

s head. His eyes lo

s breath hitched. It was her. Th

ing slightly. "Mr. Page, this is the spec

her, trying to dissect her every mo

n a pair of sterile gloves. She peeled back H

a thick medical file. "Do

y without looking. "I memorize

ned his cloudy eyes. His vision fo

he looked into her cold, resilient e

y lips parted. A tiny, raspy breath

ago, this old man was the only person in the Page family who treated

You are not going to die

the bed. He loomed over her, his presence dem

Her icy gaze met his dark

cent," she

threw his hands up. "Thirty percent

both hands on the mattress. She stared Christia

," Heidi said, her voice dripping with arrogance. "Sign the waiver

The contrast was mind-breaking. His Heidi would have cried at th

CEO told him to t

. He didn't break eye contact with her as he held

ned hi