The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 539

“Okay, you jogged my memory. Natalie did in fact send me a message, but I was in the middle of surgery at the time… I do apologize,” Frank apologized right away. He rubbed between his eyebrows and said, “Come inside. I’m going to see how you are right now. How are you feeling…”

Elizabeth cut him off before he could complete his sentence, “Forget it. Dr. Watson, you sound like you’re ready to drop. Take a break and relax. I’ll see you next time.”

Elizabeth feared that Frank would tell her something she wouldn’t like to hear.

She had to summon a lot of guts to get herself here. Frank didn’t have the time for her, so everything was probably just meant to be.

Elizabeth immediately left.

“Hey…” Frank ran out of his office. He was just about to catch up to Elizabeth when he ran into Wade again. Wade’s toolbox was in his hand, but Frank knocked it off and everything inside was suddenly everywhere!

“Why have you come back, Wade?” By this point, Frank had no option but to go down on his knees and assist Wade with the tools.

“You owe me money. That’s why I’m here.” Wade, noticing that Frank’s gaze had wandered, looked at him with a grin and remarked, “So you denied that she was your girlfriend, right? Then I guess you can’t keep gazing at her like that, Dr. Watson. What a lovely young woman she is!”

With that, Frank pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and remarked, “The answer is still no, and she is not. Keep the change. If the door is damaged again, I’ll be sure to contact you again.”

He got to his feet and set off after Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was presently awaiting the elevator.

texted her to inquire about the outcome and whether or not Frank had recommended

did not tell her that Frank didn’t have time for her at all. She had to reassure Natalie that she would take care of herself

pressed the send button on the message and then entered the elevator.

of their close proximity, Elizabeth could hear the short-haired nurse’s muffled voice even though she

word, yes. I have an idol in the surgeon who performed the operation. Dr. Watson. He must be in horrible pain right now. He lost a seven-year-old child whom he had cared for

there was no way around that. Yesterday, the boy’s condition deteriorated dramatically, and his death was to be expected. The boy’s mom, however, had a mental breakdown and had been harassing Dr. Watson, claiming the whole thing was his responsibility. What does any of this have to do with Dr. Watson, though? Everyone at

just us here.” The nurse, who was noticeably shorter, tapped her

her phone. She finally realized why Frank looked so

opened. She wanted to go upstairs to check on Frank once again, but she heard footsteps

the steps,

Elizabeth. He gave her the

from his hand. “Thanks,” she said with

documents on the table had been tidied

your things without your permission,” Elizabeth explained, flustered. “I’m a neat freak;

burned with

table was really messy.” “I thought you were a patient who’d snuck into my office without an appointment,” Frank said apologetically. “I’m sorry

Frank seemed genuinely remorseful.

seen several doctors and they’ve all given me the same diagnosis. I was afraid it would be more of

about to put on her coat, she paused. There was a

looked down at his hands. They appeared to be stained with

he said awkwardly, not