My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 915 The Source Of The Pain

Elizabeth was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide from Frank’s hawk-like eyes. Unfortunately, she had no choice but to admit the truth. “Yes, it’s pethidine.” It all started a week ago.

Elizabeth went back to the hospital for a follow-up consultation.

The doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he carefully examined the X-ray image of Elizabeth’s hand.

“It’s not a bone injury so there is nothing to worry about. Once the wound heals, you can use your hand like you normally do.” The doctor assured Elizabeth.

“But I kind of always feel a dull pain in my hand.” Holding her wrist tightly, Elizabeth told the doctor what had been happening these days. “I had this ex-boyfriend, whenever he crosses my mind, the pain in my wound increases.”

“It could be because the wound on your hand hasn’t healed yet. Tearing and straining will cause a certain degree of pain,” the doctor explained.

Elizabeth admitted the reason why she really came. “Actually, I was wondering if you can prescribe me some painkillers. There were times when the pain in my hand was so intense it was hard for me to sleep. I’m afraid it will affect my work in the future.”

we’ll see what happens. With your condition,

police station. The police

as the call ended, Elizabeth’s vision turned blank

are you sitting there? Get up!” Elizabeth’s aunt had just gone back

my hand hurts.” Elizabeth’s eyes were bloodshot. She squeezed her hand tightly, trying to suppress the piercing

do. She held Elizabeth in her arms and tried to comfort her by muttering unintelligible words. “Why are you crying

was so painful she could barely speak. She wasn’t crying because of Jorge. Her tears were for her own future, which she was now uncertain about. She was a designer, but her hand hurt to the point that she couldn’t hold

after that. Elizabeth’s only option was to take the painkillers prescribed to her

you can have!” Her aunt had been wondering why the medicine seemed to be getting less and less recently. She got her answer when she caught Elizabeth stealing her pills. “What’s wrong with you? You’ll get addicted just

purchasing the pills on the black market and putting it in a vitamin

Elizabeth

eyes shut. Then he took the bottle from Elizabeth’s hand. “You took the medicine by yourself, completely

“I have no choice! The doctor can’t tell what’s wrong with me. If I

sullen. He spread his

shook her