I had no patience for her theatrics. "I'm the only surgeon in this hospital who can perform this procedure. Where's your family? We need a signature."
At the mention of family, Sophie faltered. "Family? I don't need family. I make my own decisions."
"Just do the surgery! If you delay and something goes wrong, can you handle the consequences?"
I reminded her again. "Hospital policy requires a family member's signature. Or what about your fiancé?"
My tone stayed flat. Routine. Clinical.
Sophie's face contorted. "You'd better keep your mouths shut. If a single word of this leaks, I'll make sure none of you ever see another sunrise."
I raised an eyebrow but didn't press further.
I'd seen this kind of thing plenty of times in this hospital.
I simply placed the consent form in front of her. "Think it over and decide quickly. Time waits for no one—once your surgery is done, I still need to get back to my wedding..."
My words were cut off by a man's voice from behind.
"Wedding? Who are you marrying?"
"We've been divorced three months and you're already getting married?!"
Rhys stood at the operating room entrance, four bodyguards in black flanking him like a wall.