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.

what Elizabeth had imagined. Doctors in TV shows always seemed to be neat freaks. All their

of organized chaos. All the books and other reading materials seemed to be stashed randomly. Also, the

pillow was on the floor beside the deck chair. It must’ve fallen there. Elizabeth picked up

she checked the time and realized that almost an hour had

didn’t want to wait for nothing, so she called Janet. “Janet, I think Dr. Watson isn’t here. I’ve been waiting a

soon as

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 didn’t perform a thorough examination,” Janet comforted her over

saying nice things, don’t you?”

cured. If anyone can fix it, it’s Frank. His skills are legendary in the medical industry.” Noticing that Elizabeth’s

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

help you. And did I mention that he’s also good looking? You can– Ouch! Brandon! Why did you pinch

let you go now. You just got home from

else, Elizabeth hung