The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 915

Chapter 915

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, shehad 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 ofElizabeth’s hand.

“It’s not a bone injury so there is nothing to worry about. Once the wound heals, you can use your handlike 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 whathad been happening these days. “I had this ex-boyfriend, whenever he crosses my mind, the pain inmy wound increases.”

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

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

“Taking an excessive amount of painkillers can lead to addiction. I suggest you go home and rest fornow. And we’ll see what happens. With your condition, I can’t prescribe more painkillers for you.” Thedoctor refused and let out a sigh.

Left with no other choice, Elizabeth went back home. The moment she arrived home, she received acall from the police station. The police told her that Jorge had committed suicide at the police stationand that the case was suspended.

It felt as though energy was drained out of her b*ody. As soon as the call ended, Elizabeth’s visionturned blank and her legs gave out, leaving her falling to the floor as she burst into tears.

“Why are you sitting there? Get up!” Elizabeth’s aunt had just gone back from grocery shopping whenshe saw Elizabeth crying her eyes out.

“Auntie, my hand hurts.” Elizabeth’s eyes were bloodshot. She squeezed her hand tightly, trying tosuppress the piercing pain.

Her aunt didn’t know what to do. She held Elizabeth in her arms and tried to comfort her by mutteringunintelligible words. “Why are you crying for that unworthy man?”

Elizabeth wiped her tears away. Her hand was so painful she could barely speak. She wasn’t cryingbecause of Jorge. Her tears were for her own future, which she was now uncertain about. She was adesigner, but her hand hurt to the point that she couldn’t hold the pen. Did it mean that her career wasover?

The pain in her hand only increased after that. Elizabeth’s only option was to take the painkillersprescribed to her aunt.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? This is not something you can have!” Her aunt had beenwondering why the medicine seemed to be getting less and less recently. She got her answer whenshe caught Elizabeth stealing her pills. “What’s wrong with you? You’ll get addicted just like Jorge!”

Since then, her aunt had kept the medicine hidden away. Elizabeth resorted to secretly purchasing thepills 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 two pills when her hand was too painful.

“That’s it.” Elizabeth told Frank everything.

For a moment, Frank squeezed his eyes shut. Then he took the bottle from Elizabeth’s hand. “You tookthe medicine by yourself, completely disregarding the doctor’s advice! This is really dangerous!”

Elizabeth gritted her teeth, “I have no choice! The doctor can’t tell what’s wrong with me. If I don’t takepainkillers, I can’t work at all.”

“Show me your hand.” Frank’s expression was sullen. He spread his hand open, waiting for Elizabethto show him her own.

Elizabeth shook her head in refusal.

But Frank grabbed her wrist and Elizabeth immediately clenched her hand into a fist while she resisted.

Frank held Elizabeth’s wrist tightly. The looked in his eyes suddenly changed and he scolded, “Howcan I treat you if you don’t show me the problem?! I want to help you!”

Frank’s insistence was successful because Elizabeth finally calmed down gradually.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and gazed at Frank with caution. Frank’s expression was cold while hiseyes had a glint of concentration and persistence. It gave her a sense of relief.

As she slowly opened her hand, time seemed to slow down. Silence surrounded them and Elizabethcould hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Frank lowered his head so he could look at the wound on her hand. “It’s healed.”

The wound healed very well. Logically speaking, Elizabeth shouldn’t be feeling any more pain.

Just then, Frank recalled what Janet had said. She told him that it was Elizabeth’s ex-boyfriend, Jorge,who had hurt her.

However, after Jorge failed in poisoning Janet, he suddenly committed suicide.