Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Your brain…” Sean was hesitant with his words as he looked at her sympathetically. “Well, you’re still young; there are always chances.”

Finishing his words, the man hurried out of the room.

“Huh?” Confused, Francesca turned to the nurse and asked, “What is he talking about?”

The nurse was in a dilemma and pondered for a long while before she spoke. “I was afraid that it’ll be too huge a news for you, so I didn’t tell you. But I didn’t expect Mr. Lowe to…”

“Stop dragging me on. What is it exactly?” Francesca grew anxious.

“The doctor said there’s a metal chip pressing on your nerves in your brain. You might…” The nurse looked at her with pity. “You might not live long. And even if you could, you might become slow-witted.”

The truth left Francesca at a loss for words. “Which quack doctor made those claims?”

“Dr. Henderson is the best surgeon in M Nation,” the nurse replied. “He’s also Mr. Lindberg’s personal doctor.”

“Has he done a scan for me?” Francesca could not be bothered to refute what the nurse had said.

nurse then brought them

at the scans, Francesca was finally convinced that the claim regarding the metal chip pressing

she deduced that the impact from the car crash had shifted the metal chip

doubt it’s tricky. But it’s still curable. All that I have to say is

Not only am I hurt in my brain, but I also have a fracture on my left arm and a

highest amount on that

nurse uttered carefully, “Don’t worry too much. Medical technology is so advanced these days. I’m sure the doctors will be able to

with my

find that she had bandages wrapped tightly around

wonder that guy and his subordinate didn’t recognize

and upon treatment, we found two deep cuts sitting on your face,” the nurse softly explained. “But that’s not an

won’t be enough

senses, any normal being would be in panic and despair

Francesca did not cry or make a ruckus. On the contrary, she was so composed that

T-This lady…