A Cold Compromise

THREE DAYS LATER:

“Fine, I accept,” Monica muttered with her arms folded underneath her breast as she watched Dominic get ready for work,

His gaze had been fixated on the mirror while adjusting his tie, but he raised his brows without turning to look at her and let out a deep breath,

“You accept what?”

“I accept for that wench to be my daughter's doctor, Dominic….”