“How much more will that cost on top of the surgery?"
Did it matter? She had just spent nearly four thousand dollars getting that salivary gland surgically removed. Was she going to allow her dog to die of an infection because it would cost an extra two hundred?
Bryson took a mental step back. Who in the hell was he to pass judgment? Maybe she didn't have an extra two hundred dollars. Maybe she had scraped together every cent she had for the surgery. He knew better than most what it was like to have to make tough financial choices. He'd spent the better part of his life doing it.
He took Mrs. Stewart's hand in his. "I know it's hard not to stress about the cost, but please don't. The receptionist can tell you about programs that will allow you to pay in installments so that you don't have to cover everything all at once."
The worry marring her features lessened. "Thank you again for all you did for my little Jack." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before slipping past him and walking over to the reception area.”