"If that's the case, then why are you so against the idea of a new building?" I asked curiously.
"Do you know how many times I talked to Warrick?" He sneered. "How many times I told him about the roof before it finally gave way? That we needed updated equipment, a new paint job, new computers? I begged him to do something. At one point I begged him to relocate us to a more suitable place." He took a step in my direction. "Nothing ever happened. I stayed loyal to that mutt for years on the promise that something would get done! And then he dies, and you walk in, wanting , not to relocate, but you build a new hospital."
"I don't see what's so unbelievable about that. My Dad-"
"That's right. Your Dad is going to pay for it." He sank into his chair, glaring at me. "And what's the plan for t
