Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

“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.

“Yes.” The nurse then brought them over.

claim regarding the metal chip pressing on the nerves of her brain was indeed

as severe before, she deduced that the impact from the car

I have to say is that Dr. Henderson isn't

to say is that Dr.

few other scans. D*mn. Not only am I hurt in my brain, but I also have a

Francesca figured that even the highest amount on that check

get you a plastic surgeon after the injuries on your face have recovered.” The nurse uttered carefully, “Don't worry too much. Medical technology

with my

to find that she had bandages wrapped

wonder that guy and his subordinate didn't recognize

two deep cuts

check. “This check won't be enough given that I'm so badly injured. Ask

being would be

contrary, she was so composed that she could think about compensation

T-This lady...

me?” Francesca furrowed her