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 regarding

before, she deduced that the

that I have to say is

curable. All that I have to say is that Dr.

am I hurt in my brain, but I also have a

the highest amount

surgeon after the injuries on your face have recovered.” The nurse uttered carefully, “Don't worry

with

to touch her face, only to find that she had bandages wrapped tightly around her face,

wonder that guy and his

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.

won't be enough given that I'm so badly injured. Ask that jerk to

puzzlement. In logical senses, any normal being would be in panic and despair upon knowledge

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

T-This lady...

you hear me?” Francesca