The Substitute Wife: 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.

office was different from what Elizabeth had imagined. Doctors in TV shows always seemed to be neat freaks. All their things

was in a state of organized chaos. All the books and other reading materials seemed to be

the floor beside the deck chair. It must’ve fallen there. Elizabeth picked up the pillow and, without really thinking

and realized that almost an hour had

Watson isn’t here. I’ve been waiting a long time, but I haven’t seen

her man’s arms, and watching TV. She replied, “That’s impossible. I asked Brandon to call the hospital as soon as I was done with work, and he told me

tell her that he didn’t know what was wrong with her hand and had no idea how to fix it. “Maybe

always like saying nice things, don’t you?” Elizabeth

hand can’t be cured. If anyone can fix it, it’s Frank. His skills are legendary in the medical industry.”

pursed her lips. With a bitter smile on her face, she said, “If my

doctor. I’m sure he can help you. And did I mention that he’s also good looking?

became more depressed. She said with a sigh, “I’ll let you go now. You just

else, Elizabeth hung up and