Chapter Sixty Nine

‘Ah, Mr Winstyne, so good of you to attend, do we need to transfer this good lady to your private clinic?’

She was not in the least intimidated by the Surgeon, who was actually Lord Winstyne and who rarely got his hands dirty these days, he had his minions who did that. He always made and exception for a member of the Royal family and the beautiful young woman in front of him was a Duchess,

‘No, My Lady, your friend will not be moved, she urgently needs a triple bypass and a theatre is being prepared as we speak. If you would kindly follow my Nurse she will take you to my private waiting room where I do believe her husband is waiting. I need to inform you both that surgery can take anywhere up to six hours so please be patient.’

His private waiting rooms were very different from the cold dirty hard back chairs stuck in a tiny room that passed for the waiting room downstairs.This room was a large, bright airy room painted pale yellow, big overstuffed comfy chairs dotted around it, with