Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“Your brain…” Sean was hesitant with his words as he looked at her sympathetically. “Well, you’re still young; there are always chances.”

Finishing his words, the man hurried out of the room.

“Huh?” Confused, Francesca turned to the nurse and asked, “What is he talking about?”

The nurse was in a dilemma and pondered for a long while before she spoke. “I was afraid that it’ll be too huge a news for you, so I didn’t tell you. But I didn’t expect Mr. Lowe to…”

“Stop dragging me on. What is it exactly?” Francesca grew anxious.

“The doctor said there’s a metal chip pressing on your nerves in your brain. You might…” The nurse looked at her with pity. “You might not live long. And even if you could, you might become slow-witted.”

The truth left Francesca at a loss for words. “Which quack doctor made those claims?”

“Dr. Henderson is the best surgeon in M Nation,” the nurse replied. “He’s also Mr. Lindberg’s personal doctor.”

“Has he done a scan for me?” Francesca could not be bothered to refute what the nurse had said.

then brought

that the claim regarding the metal chip pressing

that her condition was not as severe before, she deduced that the impact from

it’s tricky. But it’s still curable. All that I have to say is that Dr. Henderson isn’t as capable as others assumed him to

my brain, but I also have a fracture on my left arm and

very moment Francesca figured that even the highest amount on that

your face have recovered.” The nurse uttered carefully, “Don’t worry too much. Medical technology is so advanced these days.

with my

to find that she had bandages wrapped tightly around her

guy and his

windscreen when you fell into the car. Your face was covered in blood when you first arrived, and upon treatment, we found two deep cuts sitting on your

won’t be enough given that I’m so badly injured. Ask that

logical senses, any normal being would be in panic and despair upon knowledge of

ruckus. On the contrary, she was so

T-This lady…