“It’s simple, Anya. I’m saving your mother—you come back to my bed,” he says so seriously it takes your breath away. “Because I see it. I’m not joking.
“I thought you’d do it like this. In memory of what was between us…”
“Yes. In memory of what was between us, I’ll perform an operation costing several hundred thousand. And you’ll return to my bed,” he insists, looming over her with his whole muscular body.
“This is cruel. This isn’t worthy of a doctor.”
Contains profanity.