My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 909 Is He Frank

Elizabeth walked into the office at the corner.

Seeing Frank’s nameplate hanging on the door, she raised her fist and knocked. “Hello? Dr. Watson? Are you in there?”

The door budged, but no one answered.

Elizabeth gently pushed the door open and glanced around. The office was empty.

Coincidentally, a nurse walked out of the office next to Frank’s. Elizabeth poked her head out and asked the nurse, “Hello. Is Dr. Watson still operating at this time?” The nurse, with her head lowered, leafed through the papers on her clipboard, and answered, “I’m not sure, but it’s late, so he is probably out for dinner. You may wait for him in his office if you want.”

Elizabeth nodded. Then, she went back inside Frank’s office and made herself comfortable.

TV shows always seemed to be neat freaks. All their things

state of organized chaos. All the books and other reading materials seemed to be stashed

floor beside the deck chair. It must’ve fallen there. Elizabeth picked

time and realized that almost an hour had already passed. It was also getting

here. I’ve been waiting a long time, but I haven’t seen him. How about I

as soon as I was done with work, and he told me that

blow from Frank. She was concerned that he’d tell her that he didn’t know what was wrong with her hand and had no idea how to fix it. “Maybe the doctors you saw before

saying nice things, don’t you?” Elizabeth sat on the

are

a bitter smile on her face, she said, “If my hand is already a lost cause… Then maybe

can help you. And did I mention that he’s also good

became more depressed. She said with a sigh, “I’ll let you go now. You just got home from work. You should rest. I’ll talk to you later,

else, Elizabeth hung up and then left Frank’s