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.”

painkillers can lead to addiction. I suggest you go home and rest for now. And we’ll see what happens. With your condition, I can’t prescribe more painkillers for

other choice, Elizabeth went back home. The moment she arrived home, she received a call from the police station. The police told her that Jorge had committed suicide at

of her b*ody. As soon as the call ended, Elizabeth’s vision turned blank and her legs gave out, leaving her falling to

had just gone back from grocery shopping when she

hand hurts.” Elizabeth’s eyes were bloodshot. She squeezed her hand tightly,

her arms and tried to comfort her by muttering unintelligible words. “Why are you crying for that

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 the pen.

only option was to

can have!” Her aunt had been wondering why the medicine seemed to be getting less

pills on the black market and putting it in a vitamin bottle. She was aware of how addictive it could be, so she controlled the dosage. She would only take

it.” Elizabeth told

took the bottle from Elizabeth’s hand. “You took the medicine by yourself, completely disregarding

have no choice! The doctor can’t tell what’s wrong with

spread his hand open, waiting for Elizabeth to show him

her