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.

look at the scans, Francesca was finally convinced that the claim regarding the metal chip pressing on the nerves of

she deduced that the

I have to say is that Dr. Henderson isn't as capable as others assumed him to

All that I have to say is

other scans. D*mn. Not only am I hurt in my

Francesca figured that even the highest amount on that check would not be enough to make up

after the injuries on your face have recovered.” The nurse uttered carefully, “Don't worry too much. Medical technology is so advanced these days. I'm sure the doctors

wrong with my

her hands to touch her face, only to find that she had bandages

wonder that guy and his subordinate didn't recognize

the 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 face,” the nurse softly explained. “But that's not an issue. As long as there's

from continuing and glared at the check. “This check won't be enough given that I'm so badly injured. Ask that jerk to come

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

ruckus. On the contrary, she was so composed that she could think

T-This lady...

hear me?” Francesca furrowed her