The Surgeon's Foolish Wife

My father-in-law was clinging to life after a car accident. The only way he'd survive is if I—a top surgeon—operated on him myself.

I'd just changed into my scrubs when my wife, Clara Stevens, rushed in and grabbed my arm.

"You're not going anywhere. The priority is protecting Rick's face. Not a single scar, you hear me?"

I pulled away. "Dad has minutes left. If we miss the window, he's gone."

Clara didn't even flinch. "That worthless country bumpkin father of yours was born a burden. If he dies, he dies—at least we won't have to take care of him anymore.