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.

convinced that the claim

she deduced that the impact from the car crash had shifted the metal chip to a riskier

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

curable. All that I have to say is that

other scans. D*mn. Not only am I hurt in my brain, but I also have a fracture on my left arm

moment Francesca figured that even the highest amount on that check would not be enough

have recovered.” The nurse uttered carefully, “Don't

with my

that she had

guy and

cuts sitting

off from continuing and glared at the check. “This check won't be enough given that

was overwhelmed by puzzlement. In logical senses, any normal being would

did not cry or make a ruckus. On the contrary, she was so composed

T-This lady...

hear me?” Francesca